means that

this is the continuation of my previous blog "It's time 4 dAn"

I will continue with my mix of poetry + photography. Enjoy your read!

Thankfulness and blessings

Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-12-24 15:58:41

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From Balkan with love

Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-11-01 00:29:03

Notions xploding

Fatigue without a battle

soldiers for the no-man's land

and a flag that says

We are all migrants

on a spinning planet

A turn of a tide

or a sheet of paper

and all will be gone

in the wind of some change

that blows the pipe of our notions

just for the fun of seeing

our unrecognized mis

understandings xplode

Got it?

Thought so

Never blind but senseless

in the ever seeing darkness

we stumble through nothing

From the hammering

caress of a doubt like a cloud

on the frown of a sincere mind

we rise into a dawn of questionings

Am I dreaming a mare called reality?

Or is this just a pessimist partiality?

And why is the simple breath so much brighter?

The quality of any answer

is not to be judged

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A Question Born in the Alps

Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-06-07 03:59:13

A question born in the alps
from the winds under the wings
of an alpine chough

A question oscillating
in the feathered dance of her approach
in the sparkling of her eyes
the shimmering of her beak

Punctured by cries

How do we interact with the many forms of life?

Are we just babbling or do we truly communicate?

How do we relate?

And how, how do we listen?

Which way shall it be?

And an answer is

diving by
gliding down

turning into the wind

circling in the upcurrent
higher and higher

and gone

_The meeting with the beautiful yellow-billed chough took place during the descent from mount Schinder on the Tyrolean-Bavarian border on June 6th 2015.

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How - against media bias - we had a friendly demonstration

Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-06-05 12:15:26

Thursday, 4th of June. Protests against G7 and all the hypercapitalist hubris that comes with it. Munich, Bavaria, Germany.

A leftist newspaper titles a section: "Rowdies desperately wanted". Riotpolice stand idle in the shades of trees, like tiger watching lambs. But, against all the tales from the interior ministry, happily lapped up by the simply-not-minding-to-get-out-and-do-their-job-in-an-investigative-manner media, there are no bad sheep on these streets.

There are old men and old women in traditional dresses, there are parents with children, children with parents, boyz n girls, there are many young people, costumes, elaborate constructions, small cardboards, there are voices, many many different voices.

And they feel that they will be heard, even without shouting.


Because we are many and we are creative.

Because we are combining so many small fights into this big battle.

Because we do it without fuss, hate or violence.

G7 confronts us directly with our system of consumption, hierarchical domination and international politricks.

With 7 bullies thinking to rule the world due to a mixture of colonial legacy, imperial primacy and a perspective on the country that is merely economical in its exploitative capitalist way of measuring. Otherwise, these would not be the seven greatest.

But it is them. It is our democratically elected leaders behaving like kings and queens of the world. The greed for endless growth combined with the fear of loosing an election every four years, what a bad coupling. We can imagine better forms.

And we are here to say ¡STOP!. Stop the confluence of big business with big politics. These politricks are just not good enough for us. You "don't sell our democracy".

There marches a joke and the joke starts like this:
"7 Bullies walk into a German castle..."

and ends in creativity, exchanges of ideas, fundraising, good vibes and a lot of understanding. There is a high sensitivity that the problem is enormous, that we must act now and that we have to cover all of the problems.

That we have to work on it from every side and every corner at the same time. Inside, outside, all along, far and wide. Because people are dying right now in deserts and on seas because of this senseless greed.

So this is what we ask for. Peace. A world with less greed and more love: "Kill the greed - Love is all we need".

When evening comes, the sunny protests are done.

The Isar continues to flow like a wild/tame river, renaturalized, meandering through Munich.

Sun sets. It feels like everything is gonna be alright.

Hope is alight *

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Reading in Zürich

::ON STAGE::Posted by Daniel Graziadei 2015-02-05 00:49:06
I feel lucky.

I had been invited to read in the Artist's Panel of the Images of Identity conference in Zürich. For a title of my picture-poetry combination I chose "Images for the I".

The reading took place on Saturday, 31st January 2015 in the Aula of the University Zürich.

That means that I read in an aula where Winston Churchill once spoke to the European youth about the United States of Europe rising from the ashes of WWII ("Therefore I say to you let Europe arise"). So much for a historic place.

Not a bad place for my first reading of English-poems-only, wouldn't you agree?

I read, among others, my old favourite: "Blue yet defining".

And I read unpublished new ones like "Pictures of past masques", whose beginning I'd like to cite here, followed by a photo of the projected picture that goes with it:

Pictures of past masques

Observing former masks

standing there smiling

at you

from photographic paper

aging with pride

Sooner or later we have to ask ourselves

if this really is the same two-letter persona

m e = me?


is this merely a manifest of a moment

a pamphlet for a whole life

a banner on the climax

a looming goodbye

a sad farewell

to youth

to good times

to life



I feel lucky and thankful. This life is full of presents. We may accept ours.

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Sun on leaves

Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-12-14 23:51:37
During a stroke of sunshine

I took the camera

to see a difference


in front of me

Smallness expressing

what I had felt when

the first rays cut the grey

to meet the shiver of my winter skin

Through the lense I could see

a dance between light and matter

opening an in-between of positive vibez

like a humming bird's world connecting flutter

And that is how this ray of hope beamed me into the islands

of Miss Lou and Derek Walcott as well as Edward Kamau Brathwaite

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Hereby I oppose the ways we treat pioneers who cross the deserts, mountains and seas in order to reach our shores

critiquePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-11-28 02:33:55

Walk on, citizen, walk on

And while I drive by in one of these wonderful vehicles of communal transportation

I see barriers and I see cops dressed for the third world war

protecting a fountain and a hilly square

where migrants had protested in the cold open

until they decided to stop taking any fluid

as to protest their incarceration in the name of illegal immigration

under conditions unbearable to the pioneer

who came for a better life in safety and an open sphere of possibilities

The ministry of interior could not calm the temptation

to bust them in full force and two hundred strong

bring protest from the square back to incarceration

All clean all empty all fenced now

and I drive by in one of these wonderful vehicles of communal transportation

and shout at those men dressed for another class war

that shame is on them

and their upholding of an order

of walk on walk on

and there is nothing to see

Consume collect inflict and thereby be

walk on walk on

the dark side is not here for you to see

walk on walk on

or meet the force of temptation

to quell you into moderation

walk on walk on

there is nothing left to see





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The Flea Market of Worlds

Loving LifePosted by Daniel Graziadei 2014-04-27 23:36:20
appears to have taken
place in the capital
of Bavaria on
that very spot
where autumn
brings beer
n masses

the eye came late
and strolled through
a wide open space
full of sun and dust
and stands and stuff
and sand and enough
rarities and kitsch for disbelief
like another world
in the making
and breaking

only the menace
of those trucks in their row
and the presence
of fluorescent men
marked a future
of the past

was no
inna di border zone
on the jump on that
Flea Market of Worlds

[ for full view click ]

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