On the night I visited the Antony Gormley exhibition at the R A (Royal Academy of Arts) in London Asleep inside the courtyard on a tile, an iron baby lies in foetal pose, alone outdoors, deceivingly fragile, attracting open praise, demanding close inspection: rugged surface, solid core cast less than seven days after her birth, […]

I met a fellow poet today who strikes it lucky with his lungs so long as it’s allowed another foreigner you see who understands the tragic hiatus of having to apply (…are you for real?) after so long for “settled status” we talked of works and words inconsequential for most or maybe not who knows […]

Unspoken their first hello would be their last goodbye yet Clotho as typical when Eros came and went would spin entangled threads the sort that are impossible to measure or to end – Clotho is one of the three Fates or Μοιραι. She spins the thread of life; Lachesis and Atropos draw out and cut […]

Moist brown perfectly peasant as if Time itself had been slow-cooked in the paucity of essential ingredients and Space no longer alone at the corner table of a posh Gotham joint but under the gaze of Nonna’s shiny eyes in yesterday’s kitchen alive and I smile at memories coating my grateful palate as the last […]

Accidit post finem, meipso vagante, scholarum ut iam per mensas quolibet scriptorias hic ego inveniam stylorum opercula quaedam, praefractas regulas, deinde feras plagulas. Magnus ut Oceanus motionibus semper in oris seu quibus Normannis seu etiam Armoricis recedit destituens, ubi mires, sabula vasta, gemmas vel lapides, anxia fossilia atque animalia quae impetus alitis undae iam captiva […]

Accidit post finem, meipso vagante, scholarum ut iam per mensas quolibet scriptorias hic ego inveniam stylorum opercula quaedam, praefractas regulas, deinde feras plagulas. Magnus ut Oceanus motionibus semper in oris seu quibus Normannis seu etiam Armoricis recedit destituens, ubi mires, sabula vasta, gemmas vel lapides, anxia fossilia atque animalia quae impetus alitis undae iam captiva […]

Ieri sera la spira millenaria o quasi alla fine come tutto ha compiuto il suo destino è spirata è spirata la spira dal tetto e per questo chissà solo adesso nel lutto è più nostra più nostra più viva non solo sipario di selfie ma vampa che avvampa bruciando frontiere colori barriere financo se stessa […]

1. I started — The home-made loaf still warm outside it’s freezing I need a kick to get me on my way and from the bottom shelf I hear the calling which does the trick oh yes Nutella day 2. My friend Renzo Console continued — Morbida, decisa, avvolgente, sfuggente, confortante, peccaminosa, infantile, matura, universale, […]

it came right at the end no long-winded presentation just cheese the first a mouthful dark the next a milky-sour gel its textures made in heaven but only when I moved on to the third did I discover the truffle honey pot ambrosia gold to smear the off-white flesh of mammal plenty a small platoon […]

Treccani definisce così il termine motto: “Detto sentenzioso, massima morale o moraleggiante”. Da questo blocco di partenza, a complemento delle riflessioni su “Essere più che sembrare”, mi cimento ora in una pagella virtuale dei motti ufficiali della Nunziatella nella storia: 1787-1805 – Arma, viri, ferte arma 1806-1815 – Multos labores, magni meritis 1816-1860 – Arma, […]