sashrxss's review against another edition

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emotional inspiring reflective medium-paced

5.0

theycallmelech's review

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1.0

Prosaically descriptive verse that seem more like essays on his repressed youth/sexuality and love of the (mother)land with vague references to Classical Italy and religion. I was not captured emotionally.

screen_memory's review

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5.0

At home in Pasolini's lyrical voice - and often in bed with one another - are both the sacred and the profane (watch Pasolini's Salo to witness this styling manifested in film).

Such beauty and filth emanate and ooze from his verse; such touching and rapturous lyricism (in tribute to the working poor, to the Catholicism of his native Italy, to his love for his mother, to poetry and art themselves).

Pasolini is an auteur in a filmic, poetic, and literary sense; an artist in every sense of the word. His poetry is not confined to the boundaries of language as it is written, but manifested in words as they are spoken, in bodies in motion in film, in the petty crimes of the poor in his stories and movies, and so on. I mean, my God, Pasolini is perhaps one of the very precious few who could produce a work of art consisting of its subjects being abused, tortured, murdered, sodomized, forced to eat and drink bodily waste that could be widely hailed, despite it all, as BEAUTIFUL.

All hail Saint Pasolini.
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