Gerardo D'Orrico was born in Cosenza on March 6, 1976. After completing my high school I attended the universities of Arcavacata (CS) and Bologna but without a degree, I have a good knowledge of computer science and some musical instruments. My youth was between the residence of Luzzi (CS) and Cosenza for studies or in the hometown of my mother Villapiana (CS) by the sea. I have made many trips in Italy and someone abroad, after the military service I helped my father with his work and I dedicated myself to writing prose as well as continuing my passion for computer science and software programming, I created and manage a web-site (beneinst.it) where everyone can enter their pages for free: letters, poems, drawings, pictures, photos. So far I have published four books: 1. The good and the bad, memories 2. An ash ceiling 3. We Are Already Ten Minutes Ago 4. Say it yourself. I live in Luzzi where, among other occupations, I continue to write or revise my texts and research for technological art.
(Original cover photo, GD 1986)
This book is the second handbook-an account of contemporary life and personal diary written by me. The real joy that our time gives back through experiences, not a rediscovery of new technologies but a function in different historical and geological periods, what has already created it according to explanations of events and their solutions. A walk in the light of the Sun of the facts and enchantments, sometimes never revealed, perhaps too new and unusual, in a community that already has long been in need, as a wider and more slender voice, a tool to better insist on the day, really is not in a dream.
Diary written in a simple way for a textual artistic form to justify even an initial and uncultured experience today. In style James Joyce's Ulysses is a book of good as a form of life, of art of the present, fundamental to exist free, alive is for sure. The period of the sixteen letters contained reaches from April 2007 to October 2008. Enjoy the reading,
Gerardo D'Orrico
28.04.2007
Never lose your pen or your patience, never accept an evil in the house, it's never over, when it seems to be over it's not over, you need the right people, even when they all disappear, there's always someone left, it's when there's no one left, it's us. It happens at a time that is not part of the clock to exist, during what are called the day or night. The world has not fallen into a state of unconsciousness, on the contrary it has never been a day like this, this would not be a problem. Perhaps there are too many people but, in truth, there is no basic law for human structures already established in the year zero seven.
So many thieves, so many planes to fly and to want on the planet. No problem in the eyes of a clear crystalline light, no uncertainty in the back of the car, no distortion of sound. The law is ours, life is not a centrifuge. One goes up in denial of an evil, as one can say that it does not exist, one must organize oneself for infinity which, however, one cannot remain here without it. The others have nothing to do with us, they are only images and yet they change us, the question arises, as I said to myself many years ago, what trouble it is to remove them from the image, what they have resulted in. You fight an evil since the death of Jesus, but, I'm still studying what they do to us in this century, maybe that's why time could be, a deception that hides the paradise, those who take care not to let anyone go there, as an absurdity is to reverse evil with good, an evil is a still life, while other people of rubber.
Allegories are not much digested by the national business software but, I assure you, they are a primary key to understand where to put your feet forward, it is difficult to understand, even simple things are impossible. My face is not mine, that if they will just want freedom of expression, what we will give if not the envelope of what we are, all 'the true or false that we do not know, nothing stops but, there are rules you do not stay apart, with the deception that you do not exist. It remains a photocopy of what it was, it is insistently you want to be, what is life then seems to me to be peace or, a starting point towards what they will never let us live, to free myself I don't even know what I did, I remember a series of positive and negative things.
Free all evil and you'll see you'll be alone, they told me it had arrived, but then I saw who he was associated with, that is to think about that abyss, the world is unfair. Run, run then you get tired, shoot then the ammunition runs out but, a game has already started, we are inside, we just have to follow the arrows, whoever sees us is only God for the moment, he doesn't stop, if you don't stop. Try to stop and you get shot but, you can't run away forever, there are those who ran away forever but, it's not really the way of those who have to die on the ground. The opposite of an ideal plan is a normal day, the everyday. A breath of fresh air, as it is dear here in Italy to breathe we pay, we give emotions of love or other works, which are what it should be, every moment continuous.
