So there’s this chapbook/keyword manifesto/ecopoetical souvenir, A Neural Net, collectively assembled by Rachel Levitsky & Ira Livingston (OoRS), Jen Hofer (ANTENA), David Buuck (BARGE), and Jennifer Scappettone, Kathy Westwater, & Seung-Jae Lee (discussing a 2011 iteration of PARK) for the Ecopoetics Conference roundtable on “Ground Scores: Unburying Ecologies Through Embodied Practice,” convened at the University [...]
Is another man’s mortar: from Hadrian to Maxentius along the Appian Way, frescoed sea-horse becomes filler for an unfinished throne room wall. Our archaeological Virgil through it all (drawings, lacunae-riddled plans, 3D scanners, holes full of dirt and equivocal chunks) enjoying his job exactly as much as one reckons he oughta.
At the Villa Medici: from Paris to the Pincio, perfect coherence of voluptuousness in stone embraced otherwise, alive.
In the lurid purple apparition of the Ponte Rotto and cherished summer passeggiata schmaltz, resisting the surreptitious yet certain sense of possibilities clamping down with the passage of the weeks and the neighbors, even if the morning, recall pixelessly, among the myriad possible pixeless lessons of the year of explosive potential in love with the [...]
Nature once again reflecting culture, making its own vertigo and mask for a friend in what remains of the ingeniously experimental Greek baths.
Henry James ardently to the friend (lover?) Hendrik Christian Andersen, coaxing his companion toward specific lived experiences and places, expressing doubt regarding “any use on all the made earth … for a ready-made city, made-while-one-waits, as they say, & which is the more preposterous & the more delirious, the more elaborate & the more ‘complete’ [...]
“Now that’s quite a responsibility,” says Kathleen, deathly serious from the Piazza San Cosimato, as I tell her of the site of the sound piece in progress. All day spent in the dark tavern carving bypasses of voices from the literal underground. Carving from the blindness resulting from the hegemony of vision in this culture, [...]
Michele uses his excellent skills as translator, poet, and Italian (c.f. Bruno Munari’s dictionary of Italian gestures) to communicate with a cat atop the castle complex who is fond of quizzical self-exposure.
How the writing of Marco Giovenale and other current Italian “poetry of research” can and has to be distinguished from Flarf, with which it identifies (to a certain extent): history. (fou / fenêtre) Glockenspiel – e nel freddo nel pieno è che il freddo è nel pieno della schiena: sulle scapole sulla spina per agosto [...]
The introduction to our performance at Corto Circuito tonight, in Italian: Queste partiture “pop-up” fanno parte di un progetto in corso, intitolato Uscita 43, che è composto di elementi poetici, visivi, e sonori. Lo descrivo come un’archeologia di paesaggi tossici e afflitti, e un’operetta di cori “pop-up” (prendendo il termine usato per le finestre “pop-up” [...]
“New York City” and its scrapings of sky seen from the perspective of its underbelly, the swollen dump mounds shrouded in plastics.
Performing pop-up choruses surrounding postpastoral landscapes from Exit 43/Uscita 43 with the Difforme Ensemble (Marco Ariano, Renato Ciunfrini, Roberto Fega) and with Ersela Kripa & Karen Yasinsky this Saturday night at the Centro Sociale Corto Circuito in Cinecittà: be there/ sii lì!
Just in time for the Poussin exhibit and a much-planned chilled coffee at the expensively bucolic Caffé Greco, the antique dealer’s daughter’s dealt a last-minute invitation to the Enlightenment-era academy of Arcadians you could tumble into down this hill were it not for the security cameras: where one isn’t sure what’s Rome and what reproduction, [...]
in phonemic translation from translation out of a notebook running circles round the “past”‘s totem and taboo by Emilio Villa, taking inspiration from the delirium of the book et ab hic et ab hoc: batabìk batabòk patabot babeek babohk betock, betel & from the “here & from this re” lied book, The narrative Hoo— Hook
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 [...]
The first response (composed in January) in an episodic interview with Joe Milutis about the “poetics of enormity” as laid out in a talk in verse I gave at the Penn-Columbia “Rethinking Poetics” conference last June (available for download here) is up. I wrote the piece with the demands of the Gulf oil spill and [...]
Why the idea of order, like the idea of progress, is just and tragically that: an idea, abundant in keener sounds, in rage, and more than occasionally in futility. She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and [...]
Its plastics in the off-season left orphan, mute against the Adriatic without their hippies.
In the theater within a theater within a Zeropolis that is Saint Mark’s.
Strange, pendulous history and the small, confused poodle that accompanies its American heiress, American freshness of several lives straight out of James. “The Doria, the Ludovisi, the Medici, the Albani, the Wolkonski, the Chigi, the Mellini, the Massimo–there are more of them, with all their sights and sounds and odours and memories, than you have [...]
“We create our landscapes, we decorate them with our fourail, with the blood that we dream of losing on the plant, and we brush against the delible scar. Then: when our landscape combines cleanly with the lines of a country we suddenly discover to be ours, then (the vow fulfilled, the impatience dried up, the [...]
And then it was back to time, its contour, advance, clinging, its weather, blur.