"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


All'urgenza che preme io rispondo con il tuo nome

Riconoscersi e danzarsi
spendendo il tempo che naviga in contro
All'urgenza che preme
io rispondo con il tuo nome

Sempre con il tuo nome


I found you on facebook (even though I wasn't looking)

You’re in that class with me. We go on
from there—not long. You do The Waste Land
in different voices—Come in under the shadow
of this red rock—Strom Thurmond, Aussie
bartender, Cantonese. HURRY UP PLEASE
ITS TIME. Twenty years later,
I get your news by Facebook update,
three hundred characters or less,
waiting for the Scrovegni to open
in the windy square across from
Donatello’s horse and rider,
dust flecks foaming past fetlocks
and stirrups.

Elegy, by Daisy Fried

I Found You On Facebook by Quarion