Writings
POETRY
POEMS: SO IT WAS You wanted it that way ... Only, that way. So it was. Who am I to say, how things will turn out, if those calculations fail scrutiny. What do you say? Not much it seems. You left in a hurry. Commitments, ruffled by reality. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX MOTHERS...
Russian Poetry Dossier
The art of death ... beyond The death of art. Today the survival of poetry depends less on the whims of the state, but on the whims of a public narcotised by TV; the talking heads of media and big money. Physical repression is passé when life is good. The art of death...
THE ABANDONMENT OF POETRY
THE ABANDONMENT OF POETRY: LEIPZIG Scene1: Tracks ( There are two dialogues in scene 1. This, the first, takes place in the beginning and ends at approximately 00:00:55 or when the wind quiets. ) The voices in this part are refuges both past and present. A Those...
LA POESIA DELL’ ABBANDONO: L’ABBAZIA
THE ABANDONMENT OF POETRY To be recited rapidly with passion, remorse, anger and sadness. They are lost and confused. 1ST MAN: IT’S EMPTY ... HE’S GONE. 1° uomo: E’ vuoto... Egli se n’é andato. 1ST WOMAN: WHERE IS HE? 1° donna: Dov’é? 2ND MAN: HE’S NOT...
THE CHASE
THE POETRY OF ABANDANMENT: La Nave Va … I'm thrilled. The search is on. First the Tate Modern: a cappuccino, a blueberry muffin overlooking the Thames to fire me up, inspire lists of the...
DEPARTURE
A Meditation on Departure:The buzz in my ear A wise man is always in transit ... To grow one must travel, not necessary move ... I walk a narrow line, try to maintain balance. There is no rush, no traffic, just night-saturated silence; early...
Surveillance
THE ABANDONMENT OF POETRY Your angel is close by! You will do well... Perhaps .... Others are interested in You ...
From the Train…
The POETRY OF ABANDONMENT:The Journey Nosce te ipsum Know Yourself the Oracle Said: Bravo for her! If what you want is solitude, an intensely charged inner experience, well good-luck … Ultimately, it’s a state-of-mind, will-power an important component. Outside...
Atelier
Our train is delayed, we were set to leave Geneva at 9 AM, ten minutes have passed since the last announcement from the train manager. Everyone is fiddling with their phones, a few read newspapers purchased in the station but they're in the minority. Most are quiet ,...
SPRING
Snow covered hills in the distance ... Green in the valley. A ringing in my ears: It's Spring, Clouds of war Threaten the summer. We roll along. What's normal When priests bless men about to die Before their time?
FRIENDS
Friends spar. Perhaps it's boredom. After all it wasn't supposed to be like this. We were promised love. Love was to bring freedom.
THREE TALL WOMEN
TARA: ALEXANDRA FRANCESCA: Attempting To Measure-Up. ANDREA: