Un'altra volta ancora mi accingo a contemplare la vuota pagina e qualsiasi cosa potrei trarne dal suo silenzio eloquente - come se fosse possibile che la sua personificazione s'appiccasse ai miei pensieri, spronandoli a funzionare, rivoltolarsi, capitombolare a terra e respirare, gli esigui primi aneliti d'una nuova alba avvizzita lungi dall'esser mai giunta al superamento … Continue reading Sempre


A world aloft or afloat?

"It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which … Continue reading A world aloft or afloat?


Once more I contemplate the empty page and whatever could be gleaned from its eloquent silence - as if it were possible for its personification to latch onto my thoughts and coax them to work, churn, tumble and breathe, the first few breaths of a new weazened dawn that has yet to ever supersede the … Continue reading Ever