Tuesday, August 16, 2011
At a funeral for a policeman, the police mob through the halls and chant like those they police
One of the rarer sights in the long 70s: state repression swallows its own tail on its own terrain, if only as far as to knock a wreath to the ground. From Damiani's Io Ho Paura, 1977.
I.E.: long 70s