I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb. ~Oscar Wilde, De Profundis I have been writing a character I call My Neptuna. The work is going slowly this week, lots of resistance, and so today I […]
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind. Guess who said that? Hmm…I wonder. My day began with the birds and the ocean, in the dark, around six or so I spose (no clock, heaven!). We […]
Scusi? Quanto Costo? We began the next morning at the Balôn market in Borgo Dora. A bust as far as fleas go, but great for people watching, especially after I left the fellows at a cafe, because the sweet Antonio would not leave my immediate side, tho I am both older and taller than he […]
Three of my favorite parts of this journey were found when righteously lost, and I’m feeling that is something worth noting. It is also ironic as the adventure included a visit to Alfonso’s cousin Antonio, who designs software for Fiat, most particularly GPS, or Global Positioning Systems. We began by driving to Torino–Turin–by way of […]
Book work distracts again, as we will soon trade some days of laptops and pondering for frolicking in Piemonte, Italy. So a poem today, from the man who called grass beautiful uncut hair of graves, Walt Whitman. Plus pictures from a Sunday constitutional up “our mountain,” at the base of the Jura. Everything is beginning […]
As a friend so aptly inquired this week, the blog can be a bit distracting from the task at hand (aka “my novel,” which I cannot utter without a wry smile somehow), and so, as I am up to my palpably aching eyeballs in research, I submit this Sunday only a postcard from what Ms. […]