APPENDIX The idea was to write a poem on non-existence. After much pondering, a black page – a representation of nothingness – is all I could come up with. Lazy? Obvious? Here’s a thought: “if non-being is nothingness, does it mean that being is everything? (What is everything?)” Months later I found an uncanny connection […]

An exchange of messages. It had something of the poetic, so I tried to do it justice: He’s sleeping I think.The puppy whines. The hot drinkWill have to wait, it’s timeFor morning jobs, in morning frostReturned, a first perhapsFor Lola, quick-stepping on the path,Adjusting the dial of her scentTo colder ways. The raysOf autumnal sun, […]

It’s not until you make the time, the space to gather with your loved ones round the fire, to call a truce on habit, to retire the woes that come with keeping up the pace, It’s not until you notice wayward clouds unravel to reveal a glowing star or half-lit souls, the sound of a […]

In risposta all’ennesimo post di piatto vegano dall’amico Francesco Tofu siccome immobile condita più del giusto stette la soja immemore orba di tanto gusto così percossa e attonita la chat al Ciccio sta Muta pensando all’ultimo pasto di quel vegano né sa quando di simile pietanza al melograno lui la cruenta immagine ancor ci proporrà […]

…You find the World Cup final somewhat stressy? Just add a little something to your latte: A shot, the perfect match for Kilian Mbappe, Some spice, to pay respect to Leo Messi. If one’s technique may come across as bossy The other’s borrowed surely from the ballet; Allez! Let’s whoop it up for Tortue Mbappe, […]

…𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐮̀ 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚̀ 𝐝𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞 “Le spiacerebbe sostare sulla via per prendere delle paste? Ci dice Lei dove?” — Il tassista, come suole a Napoli di fronte a qualsiasi opportunità, si fa subito complice: “Nessun problema: da Ciro! Bravi, così bussate coi piedi, com’è giusto.” La “corsa” in questa città è anche […]

Mi rapì trascinandomi ai sottili, silenziosi confini della realtà dove pensieri altrui, indifferenti ai tempi, ai modi, alle destinazioni, bussavano alle porte dei miei, ospiti inattesi pronti ad accomodarsi o sparire, a seconda del benvenuto, per sempre. Lì, nel martirio della fantasia costretta all’invarianza, si giocavano i destini dell’umanità, la guerra all’entropia, ed io, mascherato […]

On Easter Friday gliding on the lake a solitary duck is painting trails and ripples temporarily awake the water all around in tiny waves On Easter Friday just under the surface another duck does all that in reverse and as if this were organised on purpose one does not know the other’s universe The trees […]

The Apple tonight is not Big it is ScaryA Circus of freaks where the clowns make you cryFrom Arkham they swoop-in: they’ve locked the Good FairyAnd nowhere is safe …you smile and you die! You are stuck in the subway …oh, there is a nice girl!Perhaps she can help you get out of this hellYou […]

E poi pensiamo al dovizioso zelo Nel nostro faticar che spesso è tale Da aprire l’uscio ad ansie da star male E l’atra notte ci sorprende, e il gelo; E poi guardiamo in alto, verso il cielo A contemplar lo spazio siderale: La luna dall’aspetto un po’ spettrale E la Via Lattea, col suo bianco […]