Posts Tagged ‘Henry James’
WORLD CITY (HENDRIK ANDERSEN, ARDOR)
WORLD CITY (HENDRIK ANDERSEN, ARDOR)

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’ […]

FORTUNE SWINGS
FORTUNE SWINGS

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 […]

SHOULD’VE FOLLOWED THE CATS
SHOULD'VE FOLLOWED THE CATS

that reign in their shelter just inside the Aurelian walls— walls as continuous ancient plot of what Ersela calls “the infrastructure of paranoia” in a discussion of U.S. planning, over chard soup— so as we were saying, on the other side of an ad-hoc hairdressing outfit that unfurls on the benches that line the walls, […]

BUBBLES
BUBBLES

And the anxiety of perched consciousness that here we are living in another, of an order of months: watching again the admittedly decent adaptation of The Wings of the Dove, with its big-screen filling in, vulgately opaque, of the contours of James’s every last floating it “swaying a little aloft as one of the objects […]

GIBIGIANE (BLAZES OF LIGHT)
GIBIGIANE (BLAZES OF LIGHT)

Reflections: an arcade for commerce turned into stadium naves for observing, in the place of commodities, the sparklings or blazings of light reflected from a plaza turned into lagoon again, hosting now, in the place of touristed pigeons, the sea-fowl. Against every strategy, itinerary, “[t]he Venetian footfall and the Venetian cry—all talk there, wherever uttered, […]

PIAZZA/POOL
PIAZZA/POOL

Luna piena, acqua alta: city and sea rededistinguish themselves “at the lintels of a door no longer guarded.”


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