
A simple plan—planting Galileo’s asters on the ground—becoming marvel in the vapor that the rain sent. A simple solution—that the violist play from under the umbrella of the house—becoming Shakespearean courting and debate between strings and zeros & ones, near midnight among the olives cherries and the pines and the neighbors becoming directors, spectators becoming [...]

That energy and courage of invention (oui, inventio, what heresy to the epoch of tied wrists) should infuse architectonic and ideological space as well on a cloudy 400th anniversary: after the coining of the “telescopio,” these studios hopeful, explosive: Galileo, Corey Brennan, brilliant comrades bearing keyboards, violias, keycards for piano, windchimes, and plan-B umbrellas, thanks. [...]

For days the phrases of musical compositions in the making ever more frequently arriving to punctuate my battling with paragraphs, through the thick walls and open windows of this 19th-century tavern on the highest hill of Rome: the same foundations of montorio having turned from the villa of Monsignor Innocenza Malvasio who had Galileo demonstrate [...]