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Moana Pozzi

Gone but not forgotten

Moana

20 years ago with her usual good manners, she left the scene

Moana the gone but not forgotten icon who incarnated an epoch and whose untimely death at the age of 33 shook the nation. Pozzi’s charisma has been compared by some in Italy to that of Marilyn Monroe, who also died young at 36.

What remains mystifying, however, is Italy’s obsession with an actress whose roles called for more sighing and groaning throatily than memorizing lines.

Pozzi was — and remains — Italy’s most revered porn star. Stunningly beautiful with a razor-sharp mind, Pozzi created a public persona that in just a few years became as popular with hormonally charged young men as with devout grandmothers.

“She wasn’t vulgar,” Angela Branduini, a grandmother in her 60s, said of her regard for the star of films like “Moana’s Transsexual Vices,” and “Euroflesh — Sex Crazy” (neither of which Branduini has seen).

Indeed, even while Pozzi was performing in erotic cabarets and filming cheesy porn flicks, she lived a parallel life as a respected pundit on television talk shows, philosophizing about sexual freedom or holding forth on gay rights or denouncing the Mafia. She was well enough known to have a famous Italian actress, Sabina Guzzanti, impersonate her on a weekly comedy show, poking fun at Pozzi’s schoolmarmy desire to instruct Italians — who had only legalized abortion and divorce in the previous decade — on matters of the bed. It was an impersonation that hit so close to home that Pozzi despised it.

When Moana — named after a Hawaiian island that means “the point where the sea is deepest” — died in a French hospital 2 decades ago, the news was on the front pages of nearly every major Italian newspaper. And a homily given a few days later by Cardinal Michele Giordano, the archbishop of Naples, admiring Pozzi for her faith in God (she reportedly died with a pink rosary in her hand) gave birth to a public beatification of the porn star as a modern-day Mary Magdalene.

“It’s a simple mythology, that of the redeemed whore,” said Marco Giusti, the author of a book about Pozzi that was published  by Mondadori. But the image, he said, was misguided. “She always said she didn’t regret anything.” In his book Giusti posits that part of Pozzi’s allure, even today, derives from her embodiment of “the golden world” that was Italy in the 1980s, a free-wheeling era that crumbled with the Tangentopoli investigation into corruption that overturned Italian politics at the beginning of the 1990s.

Her embodiment of the times was ascribed to her affairs with some of the era’s top celebrities, including actors, designers, soccer players and intellectuals, and her suspected (never denied) affair with Bettino Craxi, the former Socialist prime minister who died in exile in Tunisia, where he fled to escape corruption charges in 1994.

As with Monroe — an actress Pozzi admired and emulated in a cover shot for the newsweekly Panorama (mimicking Monroe’s famously nude calendar photo) — part of Italy’s fascination with the porn star has to do with the captivating blend of sex and death.

“She lived these mysteries with honesty, like classical heroes did,” said Mauro Biuzzi, president of the Moana Pozzi Association, which recently started a Web site, http://www.moanamoana.it.

Biuzzi, who is also the secretary of the “Party of Love,” the political movement that sponsored Pozzi in her unsuccessful bid to become Rome’s mayor in 1993, said that the porn star was above all a diva.

She was a clone of the Hollywood Diva, Biuzzi said from his home in Umbria, she was “both kitsch and Baroque, and she painstakingly built up this image.” At the same time, he added, she was unmistakably Italian, and so became a popular national symbol. Indeed, apart from a few films shot with the American porn star and director Gerard Damiano, Pozzi’s career was almost exclusively homegrown.

Those who knew Pozzi agree that she took to creating her persona with single-minded determination. Unsatisfied with the supporting roles that came her way (she found small parts in a number of forgettable comedies), she saw porn as a way out of anonymity and into celebrity, as a way to construct an image of a woman who was both sensual and smart. She was financially shrewd as well, building a personal sex industry that included video distribution, a sex hotline and various gadgets.

The photographer Pigi Cipelli recounted his futile attempts more than 2 decade ago to get Pozzi to change expressions during a photo shoot. “She had this image she wanted to present and she wouldn’t budge from it,” he said.

“She built it up day after day,” Guisti went on. And because she spoke “perfect Italian” and “never said anything banal,” he said, she managed adeptly to pair her porn persona with that of a television pundit “acclaimed and accepted” by intellectuals and opinion leaders.

Pozzi’s death in Lyon was secretive enough to give rise to a number of conspiracy theories. Alongside rumors that the actress died of AIDS, reports have persisted that Pozzi faked her own death to escape an overwhelming public persona.

Last week, Brunetto Fantauzzi, a journalist who worked with Pozzi, called on a Roman court to clear up the doubts about Pozzi’s death.

“There are increasingly insistent voices about the porn star’s decision to burn the bridges with her past by faking a death as sudden as it was mysterious,” Fantauzzi was quoted as saying in the Rome daily Il Messaggero.

Fantauzzi raised a number of doubts surrounding Pozzi’s death, including the decision to keep it a secret for 48 hours and only release the news after the actress was cremated, “making any attempts at identification impossible.”

But Biuzzi dismissed such notions as nonsense: “She left Italy to die because of privacy, she was preparing herself for death.” He was the executor of her will and confirmed reports that she died of liver cancer.

 

Pozzi’s death at the height of her sinful splendor was a stroke of fate so clearly in tune with the traditional imagery that it sent shivers of emotion through the whole country. The single monument she set up for herself has the mixture of kitsch and generosity that characterized her work the continuation of her sex talk line, with the proceeds to be donated to cancer research. After that, with her usual good manners, she left the scene.

Reality – We are part of God

Life is strange.

Bumped into this here : http://educate-yourself.org/mbc/index.shtml

We are much more than what we appear to be. We base our perception of ourselves on what we see in the mirror. This physical perception is reinforced by society, our schools, and even our religions. We are alone, we think, fending off the wolves who would devour us and clinging to those who offer us support and loving care. Lord Jesus, Mother Mary, Lord Krishna, Lord Buddha, Mohammed, Zoarastra, etc. are thought of as Prophets or Saviors of Mankind who exist somewhere out there. When we pray to Them, we hope they can hear us out there and will come to our rescue when we need Them to save us from some dire situation. God is typically viewed as a Father figure, often depicted as a very muscular looking old man with a long white beard who is sitting on a throne in Heaven. Many religions reinforce this view of separation. Little, insignificant Us and big, powerful Them. Of course, many religions also teach us that their anointed representatives are necessary middlemen required to represent our interests before God, sort of like metaphysical lawyers. And you know how beneficial and necessary lawyers are, don’t you?

I’m being a little facetious, but I’m trying to get across the point that a fundamental misdirection has been taught by many organized religions that was never taught by the Founder of that religion. This misdirection did not come about by accident. It was intentional. It is the work of men who sought to gather power and privilege to themselves using the pretext of being earthly representatives of God. The purpose was to create a hierarchy of controlling elites at the top and the “‘followers” down below who were expected to pay the bills. A similar hierarchy evolved in the secular world with the idea of kingship/royalty and their “subjects” who again, were expected to pay (in some manner) for the privilege of being ruled and controlled. The true teachings of Christ and many other great spiritual teachers of antiquity were twisted and distorted by these elites desiring to create a paradigm of control and obedience to them. This is not what Christ taught or wanted. Jesus said that “The Kingdom of God is Within”. And so it is.

What did He mean? He meant that God exists within us at all times. We are part of God. We are not separated from God. We don’t have to go looking for Him because we already have Him within every molecule and atom of our being. In fact, none of us are truly separate from each other. It only appears that way. It’s an illusion, although it’s hard to accept that from our limited perspective. We are all part of God and God pervades everything. He is All That Is.

Now once you start to realize that, doors begin to open. You no longer feel so alone and fearful. You aren’t battling the Dark Forces of the universe by yourself, you now realize, but rather you have a great deal of help and support at your disposal. You are a part of God and God is a part of you.. You are an integral part of a greater Reality. A Divine Nature dwells within you since you are born of the Father and the Father is Divinity itself. Therefore, you have friends in very high places. The ancient Hindu scriptures wrote of these truths eons ago.

If you study the writings of yoga masters, you will come across the concept of Athman (Atman), or the Godhead figure within. The Soul and Atman are not exactly the same, but the Atman exist within the Soul. The Soul still retains the outer mantle of sense perception and carries the karmic baggage of previous lives. The Atman is completely detached and free of all sense desires or aversions. It is possible to perceive and experience the Atman while in this physical life. When you do, you are free. You can experience total bliss that will exceed anything your imagination can conjure.You will never view the world and its turmoil and triumphs in the same way, ever again.

Was it you or your brother who died ?

Eri tu o tuo fratello che è morte ?

 
Ignorant me – Never had the pleasure of this guys company until this evening
Funny
People exist
 
Ignorante me, Mai visto sentito fino a 5 minuti fa
Strano
Le persone esiste

Funniest Joke I Ever Heard Victor Borge

Victor Borgenome d’arte di Børge Rosenbaum (Copenaghen3 gennaio 1909 – Greenwich23 dicembre 2000), è stato un musicista e comico danese naturalizzato statunitense. È stato inoltre un importante comico musicale ed intrattenitore. È spesso ricordato anche come il Principe dei Clown di Danimarca e Il Grande Danese.

Gioventù e carriera

Nacque col nome Børge Rosenbaum in CopenaghenDanimarca, da una famiglia ebrea. I genitori, Bernhard e Frederikke Rosenbaum, erano entrambi musicisti (il padre era violinista nella “Reale cappella danese”, mentre la madre suonava ilpianoforte). Già all’età di tre anni Børge suonava il piano quasi come sua madre e fu presto chiaro che il piccolo era un giovane talento. Debuttò nel suo primo recital pianistico all’età di soli 8 anni, e nel 1918 si aggiudicò un viaggio all’Accademia Reale Danese di Musica, studiando con Olivo Krause. Più avanti studiò con Victor Schioler, con Frederic Lamond, allievo di Liszt, e con il pupillo di BusoniEgon Petri. Børge Rosenbaum suonò il suo primo importante concerto nel 1926 nella sala da concerto Odd Fellow Palaeet. Dopo pochi anni trascorsi come concertista classico, cominciò a caratterizzarsi attraverso una innovativa e personale miscela di musica e comicità. Si sposò con Elsie Chilton nel 1933. Viaggiò largamente in Europa, e oltre alla comicità musicale non mancò di mettere alla berlina il nazismo allora appena arrivato al potere in Germania. Quando i nazisti, nel 1940, durante la seconda guerra mondiale, occuparono la Danimarca, Borge era in tournée in Svezia e così fu in grado di fuggire in Finlandia. Da lì partì per l’America a bordo della USS American Legion, ultima nave passeggeri neutrale a lasciare la Finlandia da Petsamo. Arrivò in America con soli 20dollari, tre dei quali andarono subito spesi alla dogana. In seguito, travestito da marinaio, Borge una volta ritornò in Danimarca durante l’occupazione per visitare la madre morente.

In America

Sebbene Børge Rosenbaum non parlasse una sola parola d’inglese, riadattò i suoi spettacoli per il pubblico americano, imparando l’inglese guardando film. Cambiò il suo nome in Victor Borge e nel 1941 cominciò a lavorare nello show della radio di Rudy Vallee, ma fu presto assunto da Bing Crosby per il suo Kraft Music Hall. Da allora divenne tutto più semplice per Borge che nel 1942 vinse il premio per il Miglior Artista Esordiente alla Radio. Poco dopo gli venne offerto un ruolo in un film con star del livello di Frank Sinatra (in Higher and Higher). Invece attraverso Il Victor Borge Show sulla NBC a partire dal 1946, Borge sviluppò alcune delle sue originali caratteristiche, come suonare mentre è distratto da altro, interagire direttamente con il pubblico oppure cominciare a suonare un brano classico, per esempio il Chiaro di Luna di Beethoven, e improvvisamente passare a un motivetto semplice e popolare, come Tanti Auguri.

 

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