- BARUCHELLO Gianfranco, Perforce, 1968.
The flesh of children, the bodies of children, children in the ritual mechanics of sacrifice. The ring-a-ring o’roses of the tiny bird disappears in a blaze of napalm. The negro floats motionless; nothing comes from death but death. The perverse melancholy of nothingness is still being sung here; the blame for catastrophe is still being shared; each time different holocaust are offered to corporeity; power is romantically exorcized. But there are other borders. And conscience won’t wait for the intellectual, who does not know how to turn class to which he belongs. I write this today as I am revising Perforce.