July 2010

Friday, July 30, 2010

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The Book of Palchinparco!

We plan to publish a small book on the First Edition of Palchinparco.
The book could be published on www.ilmiolibro.it and will feature all the artists who participated in Palchinparco, their photos, their biographies and art, if they agree, even if their writings of writers and poets , the lyrics in the case of singers and photos of their works in the case of painters and artists.
The result, though small, goes as input to the forthcoming edition of Palchinparco.

If you think an initiative would be nice to write staff@palchinparco.it and send us your photos, your artistic biography and if you like, even your writing!

Happy holidays to all from the Staff of Palchinparco!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

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They talked about us ...

Here are a few links that you are interested in Palchinparco and helped us to promote the initiative.

's blog Fernando Bassoli

The site Radio La Luna

literary magazine online Project Babel

Sunday, July 11, 2010

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Palchinparco mini contest: winner and finalists

Sunday, July 11, 2010 met with the 6-jurors, Leonardo Battisti, Frank Forced, Marco Bruno, Daniela Rindi, Carlo Sperduti and Paola lock and have thus unquestionably resolved:

wins 1st place mini impromptu contest to Palchinparco in the "narrative":

Luca Piccolino with his story " divine justice. "

2nd place:

Gabriele Lent with the story "The new idea."

3rd place:

Alessandro Della Vecchia with the story "The task in class."

section "Poetry" won :

Jacopo Guermani with poetry "August 1945. Compromise."

Special Mention "Borges" to Marta D'Achille with his "Arianna you just wire?" Special mention

"Palchinparco" goes Paul Asian with his story "Strange couple Palchinparco. Finally special mention

"Man of the past" be to Simone Ghelli with the story "Field where?"

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the "Narrative" 1

Vince's edition "Palchinparco 2010", Luca Piccolino the story:

Divine Justice

Gheggiù shoots. Shoot all those Metton his foot on the field. Even those who do not want to steal anything. Although kids. Of course, those so, just want to steal. Melons, fennel, corn, plums. Those little bastards are like locusts. That's why Gheggiù held the gun next to the door of the farmhouse. When he comes out, quickly in one movement opens the door and pointed his gun. A phenomenon. For the evil that puts us.
My cousin took us all in his ass shot of salt. We were stealing, it is true, but filled with salt buttocks of a child is a deplorable act even today, twenty years later.
turned it down in the village and run stories about Gheggiù. Someone says it's always been crazy. It is hard to believe. Others claim that savagely beat his wife and does not count more abortions that caused her. Some people say love cha face with animals in the stable. Steps for sheep and cows me with the chickens ... I always seemed unlikely. The other night
Gheggiù has slumped in the sand crumbling red Hague.
There was no funeral, so no one would deign to offer him a final farewell. It has gone straight to the funeral. After a single day. In the church there was only his wife. As well as behind the hearse.
From my balcony I look at the sorry last trip Gheggiù. My mother recently said, "That piece of shit I know that will burn in hell." To me it comes from wondering if it is really true. If the devil who wants to waste his time with the evil people who have it in the soul like a gift of nature.
Legends, gossips, rumors and some truth. Maybe just that. Maybe not. Maybe hell is full of people like Gheggiù, people who never concealed his wickedness, but rather made it a lifestyle. Perhaps those who have withheld managed to fool even Lucifer himself.
could also be divine justice, moreover, have invented in favor of the oppressors. It could also be.

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classified under "fiction" 2nd place

Gabriele Lent with his story:

NEW IDEA

respectfull Every summer the cicadas.
Here, you could collect a dozen tons of cicadas would not have difficulty in obtaining alternative energy, clean as heaven of July. How? Rub those legs doing their noisy fucking on a strap connected to a dynamo. Moreover the results obtained from the "Ju. Jou. "(Jump Joule), a storage system of fleas jump to protect my reputation as a scientist and human being of my pockets for some time. But how to capture this pain in the ass? ... There are enough levargli summer. Not the first, not the second, the third summer may not more. So it is just to cover a large area of \u200b\u200bcountryside with cloth with a mesh of liquid nitrogen. But where do I find all quell'azoto? Ah, there are a forest of carnivorous plants: the sun is free for all that water just distilled it rains a lot, and if it does not rain, patience, tomorrow I will have a new idea to guide me.

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Section "Fiction" 3rd place prize

Alessandro Della Vecchia with the story:

task in class

Today, a task in class.
Mathematics, to be precise. The ruin-media par excellence. The bumps on a smooth masonite board. The ground, the obstacle, the spanner in the works. At least I see it. All my inferiority complexes are concentrated in quell'accozzaglia formulas, equations, square roots and integrals. One night I even dreamed of, twisted and twisted until it becomes four-footed beasts of the indefinite features: they are kept on a leash by a woman of small stature from skeletal forms, and completely covered in black latex. He saw only her hair curly and matted.
not late to identify it just like my teacher.
My grades were getting worse, and she heard about it. At home I happened to grab more and more often with violence all the books and hurl it against the wall. Davo always blame it on something warm, the rumor coming from the kitchen, the cat who would lie about the book ... everything was good for downloading. The night I was turning in bed and I often soiled the pillow of hysterical tears.
I said, she heard about the deterioration of my of my stress. Since then entered the class staring at me silently, with malignancy. He liked to lock me up in his eyes that color opaque glass. It was run imperceptible flicker of the lips, trying to hide his grin of victory, the victory against the class nerd finally tamed.
Today greeted me with barely concealed deliberately sardonic grin. Maybe the other class are beginning to notice. With measured steps, the infamous pass between our desks by ticking the heels of his boots and distributing the questionnaires. Gave a final look at the class, to make sure you have everything under control. Then he sat with folded arms.
As she sat, I get the paper in his hand. Arrived at chair, threw it up front along with a small metal object. She looks at me in amazement without saying a word. I will send back an evil smile and I take off my T-shirt, showing what was underneath.
Only then did I see his eyes opaque glass shattered by the horror at the sight of the spool and the chair of the grenade.

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section "Poetry"

Wins section "Poetry " Jacopo Guermani with:

August 1945
Compromise

Trying
an immense disgust at what I think it is a
ridge of certainty
love, family,
decades of work by static
compromise to compromise.

My last moment of lucidity
I spend preparing a bomb
something that can bring with me

knowing that there is no escape from the avenue of inhumanity
compromise to compromise. I could give

insinuation of doubt but now I do not want to think
moving towards a crossroads
sacrificed myself to clean
compromised by compromise.

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special "Borges"

wins the special prize "Borges" Martha D'Achille "with his" Ariadne you just wire? "

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Award Special Palchinparco "

Wins" Special Palchinparco "Paul Asians with his story: Odd couple

Palchinparco

The screen of the PC went from standby to on. The chat was full of facebook of half-sentences convulse.

P: Are you there Angel? Are you there?

few moments, and there was the answer.

A: You know, 'that you Paul?
P: Did you see there is the announcement of PalchinParco, c'annamo?
A: He is, you might 'do, quanno if you find me?
P: Well you know I indicate, I can not stand people ... .. If we see du' arrivamo hours before it on time.
A: Du 'hours before? Are you crazy? And then the way I know nun
P: Still I have the TomTom, nun potemo sbajà
A: Oh well I'm from, but you know I know strange

Paul appeared in Angela's house at 6.30. He had planned to sell them his entire collection of 70 earrings.

A: are you sure Paul de volecce anna CO ME? I know strange
P: And of course, have fun. Palchinparco is a wonderful event. Got everything?
A: Quiet, nun me is to break them cojoni. Took everything: coffee, sandwiches, drinks, chairs, creams, mosquito, mite, Antiform, antiomini (no joke, no one!) Hat, plaid, flip-flops.
P: No, just, I do not say anything else we do later. We must take the best place to let us know by everyone.

The TomTom did his duty and after 80 km of traffic and under a scorching sun were the first to reach the estate of Campoleone.
were the first to register were the first to mount the table. Angelo elegantly brought out sandwiches, drinks, chairs, creams, the mosquito, the mite, the Antiform, antiomini, er hat, plaid er, the flip-flops and suddenly stopped. The table

isolated space of the beautiful estate was surrounded by curious people, "you're looking at came from?"

P: and printers was to earrings, real angel?

Angelo blanched: m'i and so 'forgotten. And I know I told you so 'strange

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prize "Man of the past"

wins Ghelli Simone with her narrative:

Campo where?

Campoleone is written on claims, but I have found only range meat.
The road to Campo di Carne is a long strand of melted fontina cheese in the sun, believing that if you come to Via Padre Pio, in Latina Scalo. But we believe that we lost ourselves once again in round non-existent and that there cicadas screaming in my ears.
I figured a sea of \u200b\u200bbodies to the slaughterhouse, but instead is a station with a road and a bar with two minors who are waiting for someone or something, perhaps a train that never comes. They have the heavy makeup and Luke's run a lot, because our time was not working well. In our time, because then it seems far away, you were always too small to be with those of your class. And then those that have both given two tortillas that are fake: it will be a range of meat, but here filled with just do not know.