Founded in 2014, and inspired by Scritti Corsari, Holywood preparatory High School soon acquired a cult following as one of the coolest prep schools due to its "Hey lawdy lawdy" atitude and "theater gardens and faerie-oriented curriculum.
While we now require an entrance exam based on Middle Earth and/or Matilda to get in, the focus is not on grade point average but on whats the point of grades, and why be average?
The typical student of HPH is not really definable, since the school is open to all without restriction.
The first days of Holywood prep, founded on the curriculum of Scritti Corsari and "the unhappy young people"--which is recommended reading, as Pasolini fearlessly calls out the enemies of Jesus everywhere, including himself.
Why are the young so unhappy he wonders? It is in fact the fault of my own generation.
Passing the long slow summer days on the river by the ice cream shop, far from the likes of Quinto, dreaming of eonomic emancipation, New York, and California? Even bologna?
In those days the open internet was still huge-- Aaron had only just died and his dream was so very alive.
Why couldn't there be a free private prep school to rival St Pauls? One that really was about St paul, (pasolini had dreamed of doing a screen play su i scritti di San Paolo and stage it in NYC)
But the name Hollywood High was already taken, and Liceo Cinema di Poesia seemed like a mouthful for English speakers.
musk can have his astra school to teach kids that he is god--this school would be for everybody and anybody.
HH school was all about the sacredness of reality,--the holy wood of the tree, of the cross, of Pinocchio the boy who wanted to be real and the @metoo chinese evergreen with its roots in the campus of eden.
THE PSYCHOS OF THREE AM. WARNING: CONTAINS DISBURBING CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Fate questo in memoria di me.
The genesis of such a vast dream of a university of universal hope and happiness where money and love were equally shared, had germinated long ago, during the three day raves of the leopard's brother, when the psychosis took over and she was the only witness.
while her roommates were cramming for blue book exams in the hallowed halls of Willoughby she was on the streets, unable to leave her brother alone not even for fifteen minutes, knowing the likelihood he would kill her, someone else, or himself was quite high.
in fact his best friend from Montbattens mental asylum did just that as did his childhood pal from down the block and his military minded cousin who ranted on to no end about Guantanamo bay.
suicides all, and that's just the tip of the iceberg of existetial despair in our world today.
But she did not forget the lost semester in Bologna, she did not forget her own wishes and half made plans to write plays and sing songs, follow her heart and be part of a real, doable revolution of love.
Neocities.