A PLACE FOR SIDEWAYS TRAINS OF THOUGHT
I don’t think I am the only person to have thought once or twice that it would be nice to have a name like the ones you hear in Westerns: Soaring Eagle, say, or Jumping Raccoon. In one film, of which I remember nothing else, one of the characters said that Native American children were... Continue Reading →
This is the third time this has happened to me. I open the Rome bus app (Roma Bus), click on the tab to check the route of a bus (it was the 32 this time) and a screen appears with a map of a large part of North-West Africa. Are there secret bus routes running... Continue Reading →
Listen to the poem here Below, next to our feet, the present just about to turn into the past. The plastic bottles, and the beer cans from last night. The cigarette butts impacted in between the cobble stones And next to them the newly sprouted seedlings thrusting upwards like minute berserkers insanely charging our enormous... Continue Reading →
© Photo Copyright Walter Baxter Listen to the poem here In early winter every year the starlings in their hundred thousands come to Rome. They populate the branches of the trees from where their shit rains down in abundance and unceasingly. Umbrellas must be opened as you rush across the road, weathering their excremental storm. They... Continue Reading →
I keep on walking past this hoarding half-way down via Giulia, in the one ugly spot on one of Rome's most beautiful streets. I always wonder, "Is this Rome's new traffic plan?" Because that's what it says at the bottom: Rome - Traffic and Mobility Action Plan. And I wonder “When is this going to... Continue Reading →
(Listen to the poem here) Up on the Janiculum, Garibaldi is riding into town. He isn't getting very far, but then he's seated on a marble horse and on his cap there rides another rider. It is a pigeon. Down in the city, which he'll never reach more statues stand and sit, some- angels -... Continue Reading →