Beginning of a short story written at Civitella For the last six years, the man who sleeps in this house in Adrogue, has found three comforts in life. His Renault 4 is one of them, every evening, on his way back to his apartment, when horns, roaring engines, and the...
The time and space that the Civitella Ranieri provides is absolutely essential for artists and scholars. The mix of disciplines and aesthetics represented among the fellows is uniquely inspiring. And an afternoon espresso will never quite be the same for me now that...
(1915-2014) Before I lived I was two living things, an absence borne between two different wings: a soft cell, female, and a hard one male. Decency may forbid me less detail but allows me to migrate and hide among the miracles of molecules inside. Yes! Less detail I...
At age 62, I find that my once disparate interests in the sciences, communication and creative writing are now finding a happy union in semiotics or iconology. I am childishly fascinated by the generative and transformative power of metaphors, and in imitation of...
Excerpt from the novel 70% acrylic 30% wool, 2011. December continued with no hitches really, except for the fact that it stubbornly began afresh when it got to the thirty-first. But it was all for the best, who can stand those New Year’s Day lunches anyway.And my...
