Italy is mine

This article, as the birthday poem I have just published, has been sleeping in the drafts since yesterday morning. It is a real blessing to watch ad libitum this beautiful video of Morrissey in Lowell, singing Home is a Question Mark, posted by Ryan Lowry on YouTube: it was a very nice surprise to find it last week, when I was still in Paris and four-letter-wording in Alcatraz. Many thanks to Ryan Lowry, Winnie Wong, Avery Munson Clark, Timothy O'Connell and Jinho Myung who

I had just managed to update my long article which follows a poem to the Unique and Irreplaceable One and contains some childhood memories, while entering Italy and getting closer to the part of my family who lives Somewhere in the North and with whom I will spend my school holidays. I am waiting for the border controls: if the Police is not too busy with people who do not have their ticket, I will proudly show my brand new electronic identity card with a good old-fashioned (

Looking for some pictures of the concert in Lowell, I had a look on Morrissey Central and I found something else, but... what an unexpected find: a fan made video by Morrissey Unofficial Videos with one of the most cynical, darkest and saddest songs written by Morrissey: Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning, from the studio album Vauxhall and I (1994), combined with some Van Gogh's paintings and AI animations of Morrissey's photographs from the Nineties and pictures from the pho

I enjoy an Unexpected Free Hour Like a Child who enjoys her Playtime Vera da Pozzo Alcatraz, 30th September 2026 During my free hour this morning, I checked Morrissey's website for more news and I was happy I could immediately watch a new George Rae's fan made video, featuring Buster Keaton with the live version of Home is a Question Mark sung by Morrissey in Buffalo last week. While many fans focus on the erotic verses, to me, this song is more about Someone longing for the

A Morrissey's song with a fan made video featuring James Dean, posted by Morrissey Central on the anniversary pf Pier Angeli's death. You were Good in your Time, from Years of Refusal. 2009, the year when I finally saw Morrissey in concert for the first time. It was such a long wait. Vera da Pozzo Paris, 10th September 2026 Below: black-and-white Bic ballpen portrait of James Dean and Pier Angeli made by me after a very lovely, long walk in my favourite Parisian park. This po

Too busy today, I just took a brief pause and a quick look at Morrissey Central after lunch, and I was pleased to find a new post with the link to an interesting article, written in English and posted yesterday on Medium by Jo Gabel, an Italian female fan who attended Morrissey's concert at Villa Erba in Cernobbio. Besides the obvious and necessary cinematographic mentions to Anna Magnani and Luchino Visconti, there are many literary references which speak mostly to well-read

Such a sad coincidence: on the same day than Dolly Parton, Tim Curry (1946-2026) is dead, too. I wish to remember him with this short interview by CBS, posted on YouTube just two weeks ago: "The life and mystique of Tim Curry", and an extended version, posted on CBS YouTube channel in October 2025. The sad news of Tim Curry's death came to me from Morrissey Central. There are no words, indeed... I hope Tim Curry will find his beloved father, who died when he was just ten, and

There are people who should never die, and life is an absolute pigsty when it deserts them, as it is the case for Dolly Parton, a complete artist and a whole human being, whose integrity, talent, humour and strong personality represent the very best part of America, i. e., the United States. I wish the POTUS (I hate to even mention his name), who was born in the same year than Dolly Parton, did more than paying a tribute to her and followed her example: she was much more than

I really do not have words: it is so terribly sad news. Marjane Satrapi has suddenly died at 56 today, heartbroken ("morte de chagrin") a bit more than a year after her husband (the love of her life) Mattias Ripa's death. May they both rest in peace. Dear Marjane, you will not be forgotten! Thank you for Persepolis and all your art and your heart. Vera da Pozzo 4th June 2026 True love: Marjane Satrapi and Mattias Ripa. Credits for the images: Marjane Satrapi, Mattias Ripa and

Inspired by the 1964 play Eh?, written by Henry Livings, the film was produced four years later. Directed by Peter Hall and starring David Warner and Cilla Black, Work is a four-letter Word is not available on DVD but it can be watched on YouTube and it will be a nice divertissement tonight. The original film's title song by Cilla Black (a singer I do like, whom I discovered through The Beatles before knowing that Morrissey was a fan of her) and the "infamous" cover by The Sm

Thank God, and against all odds, I managed to finish my artwork on Wednesday evening, just in time for the collective exhibition in Paris. My drawings were ready the day before but, as I had to get up very early to go to work on Wednesday, I had to put up the whole artwork and write the message (which is also its title) in the evening, during the vernissage. Even if it was absolutely not planned - and, to be honest, I would rather have my artwork already on the wall - it was

Pier Paolo Pasolini was killed fifty years ago. His friend Ninetto Davoli remembers him and expresses his joy to see how many young people are interested in Pasolini's works and message. You can see and listen to Davoli's short interview here and also enjoy a longer interview (Ninetto Davoli in conversation with Corrado Augias) here . Unfortunately, there are not English subtitles for non-italian speaking people. I was not even born when Pasolini died; his murder was planned

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