Oddly, writing comes in fits, not piecemeal, not rare and not often, just fits, thrown by some authority that controls serendipitous readings, conference deadlines, and co-authors’ schedules. But most of all the authority of an inner clock building up something to type. There’s a song by Lorenzo Jovanotti, maybe about the jump into such a fit and into a solitary production of text in full trust that it will be in need of many revisions:
di vivere di un fiato
di stendermi sopra al burrone
di guardare giù
la vertigine non è
paura di cadere
ma voglia di volare
Great fortune brings me to Italy, to wonderful co-authors and old friends. The pics with the hipsta app were shot a few days ago in Trento, with Loris Gaio, Alessandro and Leonardo Rossi and Alessandro Narduzzo. So great to be here and not in the 70ies.
musica seria, luce che varia
pioggia che cade, vita che scorre
cani randagi, cammelli e re magi!