This Friday, in St. Louis, courtesy of Ignacio Infante and the Washington University Center for the Humanities: Mobility and Rootedness in Literature Symposium February 8, 2013 – 10:00am Umrath Hall, Umrath Lounge Keynote Address: “Writing in Translation” Rebecca Walkowitz, Associate Professor of English, Rutgers University, Walter Jackson Bate Fellow, Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study Followed [...]
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.
“Non ci passa una lira,” says the lady we meet surveying her high plaza with diamond facade from the waist up, and who justifies our afternoon chocolates by identifying us as her “children” to a daughter several minutes later. Not a cent passes through here yet everywhere—pizzerias, baseball caps, banks—is the immense unidentified Hellenistic goddess [...]
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.
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: [...]
Following an interview with Curtis Fox, further research into the vagaries of the word “wight,” from the first cherished line of Shakespeare’s sonnet 106: by his time it means not just creature, but ghost.
On Thursday, April 28 at 8 PM in the cortile of the McKim, Mead and White Building at the American Academy in Rome, there will be an opening reception for a collaborative installation titled X LOCUS, featuring environmental media by Founders Rome Prize winners in Architecture Ersela Kripa and Stephen Mueller, sound by Elliott Carter [...]
If only the latterday racists who pasted up the thankfully worn & bleaching anti-immigration posters in the neighborhood would take a look at The Emigrants depicted in 1895 by Angiolo Tommasi waiting to embark in Genova (at the Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Moderna)—however romantic, in its display of backs and packages at large a later version [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
An hour and a half on a brilliant weekend afternoon through subterranean Naples, its voids the city’s own tufa quarries 30 meters profound to stack the ground shared by Vesuvius as so many mirroring shafts dizzyingly narrow and tall and tough: through sixteenth-century cisterns manned by climbing wellworkers, lowest on the social spectrum yet keepers [...]
Its plenitude and its opposite, this B.C. terrazzo pavement and all that was piled on top of it hierarchical and sanctified and golden continues to pile.
After the loss of Glissant, After a disturbing dream of Sicily zigzagged to the point of nullity with red permanent marker then staying on the bus alone, After a powwow with Agency about their too-timely project of finding an architectural/planning solution for housing the Roma population in Rome, who hope for permanent settlement yet are [...]
“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 [...]
In the words of Karen Yasinsky, who presented breathtaking films yesterday eve: La Nuit, I Choose Darkness, Marie, This Room is White, all contouring tortuous traversals of affect through a recalcitrant, often cruel materiality—flesh as bandage, stuff—so that it lacks any impact of subjective immediacy— except the immediacy of the feeling that these too are [...]
Trip to the Ghetto fish market in tandem with translation of a “Panegyric to Liberty” —subtitle to Amelia Rosselli’s poemetto “The Libellula” (oscillation between libellula (dragonfly, corporal, adderfly) & liberty, libel, & libellare—Latin for setting into text) —yanking the classical eulogy, panegirico, down to earth as the giro del pane, or circuit of daily bread. [...]
Foreshortening in time and space; glimpse, also in hours.
“Evening and the everest/ist vers la poetry learning”: Giulia Niccolai’s 1975 homage to Emilio Villa, “E.V. Ballad,” from her Russky Salad Ballads, performed, glossed, translated and recorded at the Romapoesia PoEtiche festival in October 2010. Beyond poetic delightsomeness unto itself, this piece functions as a ludic gloss of an underrecognized virtuoso of “Ytalyan” & beyond, [...]
Afternoon of rushed exposure to perspectives multieval into the exile of an author whose work arrived to me, a decade til recently, in practically biographiless, iconoclastic form, the box dragged across Rome vis-a-vis a friend’s mom, acquaintance, it turns out, vis-a-vis Emily D., with the highlight the certainty, glimpsing four angles in a small album, [...]
And two species of it competing with—concomitant—conversant with one another this eve.
Roberto Saviano, of Gomorrah fame, points exacting eyes at a mountain that would rise 15,600 meters high, far higher than Everest, of amalgamated waste illegally dumped by criminal organizations in traffic that nearly exceeds the profits of narcotics trafficking. And on the transit of toxins from the industrial centers of the North to the refuse-heaps [...]
Listening in morning to the voices of Elena, Ivan, Jana, Michael who have dispersed alas—chatter, narrative, and noise thanks to Paul’s Zoom recorder in anticipation of our spring collaboration with Agency—restless in delight over possibilities of composition involving aural transcription, translation alone, lacking the touch and look and crutch of the printed letter: a seemingly [...]