Interview between the American,  the journalist P.Parker magazine  of Parquett art, and  the director of *** Art Same Dollinger.

P.Paker: Egr. director, before beginning the interview I would like  to apologise about my behavior during our last conversation.
S.D: Parker,are you joking? The concept of free of email lysts is not easy to understand.It is a consequence of the concept of free sharing that the internet has been using  during the last few years.
P.Parker: However, I did not have the right to bring the tone of our conversation to the point where they reached .
S.D: Parker, Don’t worry anymore;let’s start the interview;
there is never much time available.
P.Parker: Good.
 The second issue  of *** Art entitled “Don’t throw anything out of the window”…
S.D: We’re not on the right track here Mr. Parker. I had said that the topic of this interview was to be a different one.
P.Parker: What do you mean an other? Is not this the event on which setting up the entire interview?
Hasn’t the second issue of ***Art already been issued?Isn’t this what the whole interview is about?
S.D: No , for the love of God! No!

- The Same director got up  from his  seat and murmered something into the ear of the American journalist.

P.Parker: ah! Yes, yes! Now yes! Egr. director, How come we are talking about a different web platform? Maybe you got fed up of ***artonline.com.
S.D: Certainly not! We had prepared it very carefully! There were all the  other interviews, there was the forum where Platone in person was enrolled, there were 3300 emails (and not 30.000 like someone has substained) of art to download  with one  click, there were future and the past news…letters there was a lot of stuff.
P.Parker: I perceive no small amount melancholy in your words, so why now typing in www.***artonline.com i don’t I find it anymore?
I found it easy to talk on there.
S.D: Me too Parker, me too .

- The director Said , sighing. After a few seconds, the conversation resumed.

S.D: The point is that there it has been a sabotage.
P.Parker: For the Love of God! But who has sabotaged it?
S.D: Really it’s not a true and proper sabotage.But a legal sabotage, artistically wrong though .
S.D: The court of Palermo has issued a decree perplexedly took in the director,wandery around the room vaguely.
P.Parker: How come the city’s court decided to take this action?
S.D: Parker, as usual you’ve understood absolutely nothing.It was the Director of Flash Art who  asked  for this action .
P.Parker: But who? The one  with “capital D”?
S.D: Yes, it was he.

-The journalist perceived an enormous D , in front of his eyes;and also St Barbara suddenly appeared, the artist Protectress, and with only a breath defribed the consonant.
After a few moments of fear, the conversation re-started.

P.Parker: For the love of God.Why did the Director take this action?
S.D: I don’t know.He gave me a little book about thirty pages long, in fact it was sent by hand to my home.What kindness!
It’s a curious little book specialising in industrial and intellectual matters, that I haven’t had time to read yet.
P.Parker: But it can’t be done!
S.D: The court decided it could.
P.Parker: In fact I didn’t mean the court .
It’s not morally right that a director of an art periodic black out an artist project.
I was also on it!
He blacked me out!
S.D: It’s a real contradiction!
An art expert who black out art.
P.Parker: And the journalist , then, by definition should not they against censure?

-The Director  shrugged his shoulders.

P.Parker: But , then, a journalist of art!
That’s the limit!

-The American said, stuttering.

P.Parker: Which journalist! a director! and now what shall we do?

-Same told the journalist to shut up.
 
P.Parker: what's happened?
S.D: For the Love, silence please!

-He shuted. He screamed, and then he wispered the same word, again and again.

S.D: Contraddiction, contraddiction, contradiction! I have brought him to a contraddiction!
P.Parker: Who? I'd like to understand!

-The young director didn't answer and keep screaming the same strophe, moving toward the door.

-Parker dismayed, was seated on the  arm-chair.
Suddenly, hundred of contraddictions, were in the room.
A joyful atmosphere of word ,like a dance on the air... involved a journalist that was really proud to be a journalist!!!