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mercoledì 20 marzo 2013

CSI Florence: Creative Writing Workshop with Marco Simonelli

Our writer and poet, Marco Simonelli, entitled our worshop "CSI Florence"


1) First Step Nick Cave and Kylie Monogue "Where the Wild Roses Grow" (murder, love, passion, possession, beauty and the wild side, etc)


2) What is a monster? Latin root "mostrare", to show = Gods used to send monsters as an omen that something horrible would happen


Dante's Inferno, Cerbero

3) Serial killers


Jack the Ripper




4) The Monster of Florence, first murder  

August 21, 1968: Antonio Lo Bianco (29) and Barbara Locci (32), lovers, shot to death with a .22 Beretta in Signa, a small town to the west of Florence, while Locci's son Natalino Mele (6) lay asleep in the back seat of the car. The child woke up and, finding his mother dead, fled in fright. At 2 a.m. he arrived in front of a house nearby and knocked on the door, telling the landlord: "Open the door and let me in, I'm sleepy and my Daddy is sick in bed. Then you have to drive me home, because my Mommy and my uncle are dead in their car." Natalino initially said he had run away alone, then changed his story and stated that his father – or maybe an uncle of his, as he used to call his mother's lovers "uncle" – had driven him to the house where he asked for help. Years later he said again that he was alone, but was too shocked to remember exactly what happened on that night. Locci was famous in the town because of her multiple love affairs, and so she had received the nickname Ape Regina (queen bee). Locci's husband, an ingenuous man named Stefano Mele, was eventually charged with the murder and spent six years in jail, but even while he was in prison, more couples were murdered with the same gun.

5) Let's reenact the first murder
Sam = killer, Erin = woman, Andrew= her lover, Jack= kid


6) Let's write our impressions... points of view (see comments)

7) Let's write a poem (see comments)


2 commenti:

  1. Cristina (The Kid)

    6) Darkness sighs steam voices soft noises dreams popcorns shout strong blood screams somebody wolf ghost run run run mummy uncle
    run run run house light Hansel and Gretel voices help help help cry kind kid help help help again mummy don't know the evil man darkness pain help again want my mum and help her she is crying please please bushes darkness sounds noises scream fairy tale evil man witches nightmares I am just a kid... want my um ... want my mum back... let's go let's go to the hills to help her and uncle and... I am hungry, tired... I a scared... there are monsters in the woods and evil giants

    7) POEM
    Darkness and blindness black as a secret silent hole in uncle's garden
    Sleep ... sweet dreams, chocolate dreams
    Sounds, sighs, noises, soft voices somewhere in the car... and...
    .... PUM!!!! Suddenly ... earthquake, devils, ghosts, evil witches, bad giants in the car... dragons and monsters ...
    killing mum ... killing uncle...
    killing me? Run run run ...
    Forrest Run! ... Fly like Peter Pan and
    Help help help!

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  2. 6) Filled with contempt. Loathing. Disgraces of human beings. Jealousy, but confined by superiority. I can take their lives. They are in my hands. It is my duty to rid the world of these disgraceful passionate lovers. It is dark, the perfect night. The car of course takes its normal path up the hill to her favorite spot. Stop the car. Get out of the car. Silently up the hill. Okay, not so silently. They can’t hear the gravel crunching under your feet as you near because they are too busy stuffing their faces together. Filthy pigs. Disgraceful. Closer now, the car is completely shut of this time, but I know where it will be. Sure enough it is there. She is there. One of the same men, moderately surprising but not altogether shocking. Closer. Standing above them, looking down on them in more than one way. Enjoy the moment. They do not see me. They have no reason to suspect me. Of course not, they are selfish. Especially her. Blind to anything but passion. I’ll show them passion. Okay, enough time has passed. BANG. Ciao Antonio. Eye contact with the Queen Bee. Ciao. Oops, there is a child.


    7) Headlights spill over the cliff.
    Overflowing with contempt, loathing.
    Jealousy, some would say. But how could I be jealous of their disgraceful lives?
    Lives which I am about to take.
    No one questions the slaughter of filthy pigs, so why these ones?
    Scurrying about in the shroud of night, only thinking of themselves.
    Fitting that the night should cover their deaths as well as their misdeeds.
    Blind to their sins, blind to anything but their passions.
    I will bring light upon their actions, I will send them to the final light, I will show them true passion.

    “Tee hee. You think you know me.
    Behind my innocent smile and child-like appearance,
    I keep a darkness as infinite as your ignorance.”

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