Miles, who is interning at the Rome Sustainable Food Project, this morning on the state of the Janiculum before this hill’s development—one in a chorus of marvelful voices wending their ways into and out of my Edenic ex-tavern of a studio, to be poured into our courtyard installation: Defining la cucina povera, “poor cuisine,” of […]
In advance of the world premiere of Derek Walcott’s Moon-Child (Ti-Jean in Concert) at the American Academy in Rome last night, I interviewed the author/director, last week, for Sunday’s Il manifesto. A work recast from the earlier Ti-Jean and His Brothers, taking the ballad meter of the conteur, riddled with jokes & calypsolike songs on […]
According to Trajan: sublimity of illegible legibility or legible illegibility as imperial totem, beyond mortal or plebeian sights, craning their little necks against the blaze Rome makes, and the manic craftsmanship and centuries of unsung scholarship that have been vacuumed into its glintful spiral. Parallel to the high Gothic devotional, to the internet as military […]
Notwithstanding the cityscape’s foundations in the razing/building campaigns of the Romans, so rapaciously dependent on the blank human slate, so antithetical to Greek carving with the landscape, so akin to our own, a day of finding oi-kos, ecos, in the self-puffing of the polis, whether national, papal or aristocratic: signifiers of femininity and the natural, […]
O to walk down new streets in a place whose antiquity is beginning to rub off and be blessedly lost, after much time past in the uncertainty of revision rather than discovery: “Lavinia Oddi Baglioni–To Her Parents” and the lapidary inscription concerning a 1998 restoration is all we muster in the way of clues to […]
And modes of admiration preconsumption, play: blood orange & grapefruit granita with prosecco gelatin and whipped cream, begging to be shook.