Nights in Connecticut.

Sitting in your chair, smoking your effetely rolled cigarette,
I see the image of the icy moon refracted
In the stolid waters gone black
And it is a solemn night in Connecticut
When only coyotes are killing.

Naturally, a full moon mines the passage
Envelopes our conversation in its dull supernal glow
And a small flame wicks itself
In the heat of exhaled smoke
The acrid curl of whiskey licking the throat
The heat of our young blood
On the night of the hunt.

In blood we are borne
The milk of that husky moon
And the dusky howl of the darkness that surrounds us.

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The Cliffs of Acitrezza

still, La Terra Trema, reg. Luchino Visconti

“Granita with Artist” is what surfaced from this moment of suspension. You “painted” it in the truest colors you knew, in a style that demanded no flighty interpretation. You appreciated the dual coldness of representation and title—the scarcity of color gave it an almost monochrome palette, drawn out from umbers and blacks, cadmium white, bluish-greys. The title framed the entire transaction for you, condensed the drive away from the dusty city, the façade of the small pink house, the adolescents splayed out on the sciara, into one extractable essence. The truth is that you didn’t even need the painting, and that is why you preserved the image in the living pigment of memory. The sciara still spoke to you in verses of slippery stone, in labile intonations. At times, you awoke feeling the grit of the granita on your tongue and the lingering bitterness of lemon rind. And even the jackal face of the artist surfaced periodically out of the ruins of the times when you knew each other.

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The remains of the day.

Thank you, unsphinxincompris, D.J.

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Writer's Block

old and new copies of Vogue Italia, Vogue Paris, Fantastic Man, T Magazine
mixed with travel photos, books, and stones

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Enzo Mari for Artek: Autoproggettazione at the Conran Shop

"la forma risponde al significato del oggetto."--enzo mari

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Sirena, alla McMenamy

all images, courtesy of vogue.it

I am intrigued by the boundless depths of Steven Meisel's imagination.
Namely, his conceptualization for the August issue of Vogue Italia, "Water and Oil,"
portraying Kristen McMenamy as an apocalyptic sea nymph awash
in oil and couture. We arrive closer to the etymological origin
of the word decadence, to which the leggy muse McMenamy may
stand as a harbinger.

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Reminiscences

ukha, la minestra russa da Io Sono L'Amore

"The first colors that made a strong impression on me
were bright, juicy green, white, carmine red, black and yellow ochre.
These memories go back to the third year of my life. I saw these colors
on various objects which are no longer as clear in my mind as the colors themselves."
-kandinsky, "Reminiscences"

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