Most of what surrounds you at Civitella Ranieri either remains close to its natural state (the stones, the cedars) or has been made by hand from basic materials (the timbers in the bedroom ceiling, the castle bricks, the food). Plastic does not abound. The enduring...
My residency at Civitella Ranieri was possibly the most enjoyably productive time I have ever spent. I made significant progress on a major orchestral work (which was premiered in May, 1999 and recorded for commercial release) and completed a work for solo trombone...
Second Sight In my fantasy of fatherhood, in which I’m your real father, not just the almost dad arriving through random channels of divorce, you and I don’t lie to one another— shrugging each other off when words get the best of us but coming full circle...
Down where I am, my love, there is no love. There is no light, no break of day, no rising sun. Where I am, I call you in; I open my large mouth. The only light down here comes from my body. Down where I am is deeper than you imagine. There is no food, no easy prey,...
In this quiet corner of rural Umbria, it was possible for me to step back from the distractions of everyday life and concentrate on the process of writing and thinking. The “making” of expressive culture – whether a composition, painting, or literary work...
