Posts Tagged ‘Kypris’
L’ACQUA NON SI VENDE/WATER IS PUBLIC
L'ACQUA NON SI VENDE/WATER IS PUBLIC

A sticker bedecking the she-wolf-head fountains around town. Once Massimo Cacciari started getting on the bandwagon, they began to call the tap water in Venice “the mayor’s water.” Don’t sell it: vote for public water on the referendum of 12-13 June. In Rome, where providing water to the public is a glorious tradition, a friend […]

IL CAFFÉ,…DOLCE, AMARO, INDOMABILE SERPENTE
IL CAFFÉ,...DOLCE, AMARO, INDOMABILE SERPENTE

Delighted to find a poem by the counter of the Casa del Caffé in the Campus Martius—a tradition in Italy, it seems—so that even the hairdresser’s business card is full of rhymes— “Coffee, it rustles my soul, like wind on the mount that breaks in amongst the oaks and loosens and agitates the limbs, sweetbitter, […]

JANICULUM/LIMITLESSNESS
JANICULUM/LIMITLESSNESS

“YOU…SPACE WITHOUT LIMITS” Sensing exactly what the vandal means, gazing out beyond the cordoned Villas, cordoning Cupola and its arcade embrace, at this pastel haze in company.  

LANDSCAPE WITH EMERGENCY:
LANDSCAPE WITH EMERGENCY:

All roses.

POPPIES AND AQUEDUCTS
POPPIES AND AQUEDUCTS

The Acqua Claudia, highest aqueduct of all, serving thus each quarter high and low of Rome, now backdrop straight out of Pasolini for the starring poppies & weekend runners of Cinecittà and Centocelle.

USCITA 43/EXIT 43
USCITA 43/EXIT 43

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” […]

EXIT 43 WITH DIFFORME ENSEMBLE: SATURDAY NIGHT
EXIT 43 WITH DIFFORME ENSEMBLE: SATURDAY NIGHT

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!

WALL-ROSE
WALL-ROSE

Came home to a lecture on building in—as—time, concept so floral for would-be tragic Venice-of-water, and to walls—of taverns and cities—made conceptually permeable via their blooming, ground as cherries.  

LANDSCAPE WITH CAMOUFLAGE
LANDSCAPE WITH CAMOUFLAGE

How would old Rockefeller lurch to learn that the Palisades view he purchased for his Cloisters transported from Saint-Michel-de-Cuxa, Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert, Bonnefont-en-Comminges, Trie-en-Bigorre, and Froville to frame serves also as stageset to the “quiet-zoned” spectacle of bellic muscle for the next century?

HILL AS CACHE, AS INVISIBILITY, AS STRATEGY
HILL AS CACHE, AS INVISIBILITY, AS STRATEGY

At Fresh Kills, double to Mannahatta, with Kathy Westwater, Seung Jae Lee, Leigh Draper, and Raj Kottamasu, gearing up toward our residency for PARK, a view of the East Mound of solid waste becoming laboriously yet strategically a mountain by way of 280 gas extraction wells and plastic and other geosynthetic, permanent or impermanent impermeabilities: […]

CHARCOAL HAILS FROM TREES
CHARCOAL HAILS FROM TREES

And is the loveliest sculpture, it turns out, when simply chopped rather than mass-manufactured, carted in from the local hardware store. One of various mundane epiphanies of this Easter among sculpting comrades of the olive grove.

PROSERPINING
PROSERPINING

From Rome’s high galleries of modern art this morning I am whisked back to my 20-year-old encounter with the near godlette of spring in a Morgantina cistern, via two images of melancholy Persephone with her condemning pomegranate seed in fugues from the underworld. One of them, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, is accompanied by an Italian […]

INSIDE THE CLAUDIAN AQUEDUCT (AL CELIO)
INSIDE THE CLAUDIAN AQUEDUCT (AL CELIO)

Of St. John de Matha, founder of the Trinitarians: the aqueduct hermitage where he lived and died, on 17 December 1213, atop the Caelian hill, over the Arch of Dolabella, looks out onto San Tommaso in Formis, the Villa Celimontana, and the other tall curves of the Acqua Claudia, or Claudian Aqueduct—and the seemingly interminable, […]

JASMINE NATIONALISM, HONEYBEE RULE, JASMINE MEMENTO MORI
JASMINE NATIONALISM, HONEYBEE RULE, JASMINE MEMENTO MORI

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, […]

TRAUMA RHYTHM
TRAUMA RHYTHM

What it means for the rhythm of every season to have been permanently reprogrammed by self-estranging years in a city on the opposite end of the earth—having been looking at plum blossoms popping that day because of it—I’m writing this out of step with the actual, having been paralyzed on the 11th—and for the trauma […]

JUICED-UP BLOSSOMS,
JUICED-UP BLOSSOMS,

white cherries, and shadows write with better clarity than any ii at a certain hour over the Aurelian wall—to emerge from the rustic house & let them do it, as Ruskin did, casting agency with bliss into light unelectric.

SPRING, HOLD ON
SPRING, HOLD ON

& let the awake cling to every chill in this becoming-autumn-quick (Japanese-style) of a languid dream.

FAT TUESDAY IS WOMEN’S DAY
FAT TUESDAY IS WOMEN'S DAY

And in celebration of the coincidence of holidays, a feasting on the fact that the object of the gaze, ever an object of ambivalent worship, can shift or itself deflect, wield puissance.  

MYSTERIES OF THE SERVICE ECONOMY
MYSTERIES OF THE SERVICE ECONOMY

That the Roman cobblestones should have been brimming with confetti since at least Christmas: all a pastel prologue to Lenten-eve explosion? Or some tactic devised by the tourism board to convince the outside that it really is carnival every day in this country, as it was in Venice’s eighteenth century? Bring me your bored, your […]

THE CARNIVALESQUE
THE CARNIVALESQUE

Where does it lie, nella vita attuale, nowadays: in the performers, or their onlookers & ubiquitous multiform recorders?

A WISH FOR VALENTINE’S DAY
A WISH FOR VALENTINE'S DAY

From a country that hasn’t, despite every marketing effort, adopted it as commercial enterprise: that redefinitions of relations continue to press toward equity, here, where the gender gap is such that it scores 74th among world nations (meaning, to choose a seemingly petty example, that 95% of Italian males have never operated a washing machine)— […]

FOCUS: HEARTH
FOCUS: HEARTH

Refocillate, dug up in the colonial dictionary as a word Donne liked: re-enfocus, to warm into life once more, reanimate, comfort. ….Afterwards of joy sank hell after paradise the wolf in its hole. After the infinite was the merry-go-round. But the lamps fell and the beasts were refocillated, and the wool was prepared and the […]

PROPAROXYTONE HEART
PROPAROXYTONE HEART

And never ever ever a dull moment when it comes to translation of another’s passion and mind: “Lo sdrucciolo cuore che in me è ribelle,” or “The proparoxytone heart that is rebel in me,” from Amelia Rosselli’s Documento, indexing a heart whose antepenultimate syllable is stressed, as do words not often in Italian but in […]

ESTERINA:
ESTERINA:

An apparition in Milan, her adolescent banks turning unliquid in a landed metropolis of lobbies requisite chic, reflected in the freshness of a cosmopolitan woman poet over twenty years of age— nearly “Christmas cake“— who composed pink difficulty (though unfortunately, in translation I was obliged to use the term “rose”). Nonprogress: in the brand-new vortextual […]


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