Sketching and Writing in Italy
A celebration of words and images.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
What's the buzz?
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Za-Za In your dream there is that buzzing sound near your ear. They know when you are most vulnerable, a forearm on top of a blanket, A leg ...
No Sweat
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Moist communications Water moving from place to place Evaporating, condensing, beading, dripping. One moment floating freely in the air, The...
Faculty Club
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Rosie’s The warmth of the sun of the Dominican Republic Bathes the dark heart of Savonarola. Each night dogs eagerly wait for their master’s...
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Recycled
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The Master of the Blue Bin His friends amazed at his skill, witnessing flesh conquering machine. He was one with the claw, grasping a fuzzy ...
Alla Viale
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Squeegee Guy Standing in the hot Tuscan sun where roads cross, The mustachioed tattered prince of a despised race Of centuries of darkness s...
Calcio Antico
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San Giovanni Haiku Over San Croce Tattooed players battle for fiery flowers. William Padgett, 30 June 2005
Da mio cucina
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Italian Zen Gangs of swallows drawing eights Around the tiles and antennae. Diving, gliding, turning, not noticing The call she didn’t want ...
Due Piedi
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A Year of Living Carlessly I don’t need to get a driving license to walk, I never have to circle the block to park my feet, There is no wait...
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Romano Lucacchini
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I lost a good friend this week, Romano was the quintessential Florentine gentleman. He was a hard working and very talented sculptor as well...
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Wednesday, May 24, 2006
My Favorite Tree
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Mio Albero It has been in this Giardina a very long time The seasons recorded in growth and sleep. Planted by a man who would never Enjoy in...
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Back to Basics
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I chose to go to art school because I always loved to draw. I graduated from Washington University i n St. Louis with a BFA in Illustration....
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