Season Concert 1 ~ Willson Auditorium
Valse Nobles!
with guest artist Eric Ruske
 

Saturday, September 27 ~ 7:30 p.m.
Sponsored by Edward Jones

Sunday, September 28 ~ 2:30 p.m.
Sponsored by Schwarz Builders &
Jim and Bernie Mitchell

We begin in a most colorful fashion with Ravel's happy and playful jaunt through eight romantic waltzes. Next we welcome Eric Ruske, formerly of the Cleveland Orchestra and the Empire Brass Quintet and currently on faculty at Boston University, performing Mozart's characteristically joyful 4th horn concerto. The program concludes in rousing fashion, as we tackle the "optimism and joy of living" portrayed in the heroic 5th Symphony of Dmitri Shostakovich

Celebrate with us as we celebrate the Bozeman Symphony!
Maurice Ravel ~ Valse nobles et sentimentales
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart ~ Concerto, Horn, No. 4, K 495, E-flat major
Dmitri Shostakovich ~ Symphony No. 5, op. 47, D minor

Conductor Matthew Savery

For more information, visit www.bozemansymphony.org

The 21st season of Music at St. Paul's, which opened Sunday, featured works by Mozart and Brahms as played by instrumentalists associated with Florida International University, including that school's enemble in residence, the Amernet Quartet. It was a lengthy but nourishing afternoon of chamber music, with fine performances of masterpieces of the genre.

The well-known area clarinetist Paul Green opened the concert with the Amernet foursome in the Clarinet Quintet of Mozart, written at the end of the composer's life and still as fresh and innovatory as when it was first conceived. This was a very good reading of a great work by a group of seasoned musicians who know how to bring out the depth and the breadth of Mozart.

Green has a nice, big sound that floated out in strong relief against the Amernet (Misha Vitenson and Marcia Littley, violins, violist Michael Klotz and cellist Javier Arias). He sounded particularly nice in the sweet song of the second movement, and in the bubbly finale, which the St. Paul's audience appeared to especially enjoy. And while the ensemble of all five players was fine overall, this was a performance that also was more aggressive than subtle, and perhaps a bit too edgy for more traditional tastes.

The second Mozart selection, which opened the second half, featured Klotz and violinist Robert Davidovici in the G major Duo for violin and viola, K. 423. Here, too, was an intense, committed performance, with broad gestures and themes sharply outlined.

Tuning was slightly ragged in the first movement, but got better as the playing progressed.

Earlier in the summer the Palm Beach Chamber Music Festival featured a performance of the other Mozart violin-viola duo (in B-flat, K. 424) that was classic, elegant and somewhat restrained. This reading of the G major duo, on the other hand, was all about passion, especially in the third movement, and particularly from Klotz.

Overall, Klotz and Davidovici were well-matched in this interpretation, and clearly enjoyed playing together.

Davidovici was the soloist in the Second Violin Sonata (in A, op. 100) of Brahms, which closed the first part of the concert. In the sonata, the Romanian-born Davidovici showed himself to be a player in the older Romantic tradition, with a fat sound and a high-strung emotion trembling beneath the surface of the various melodic lines. He is a persuasive advocate for Brahms, with an interpretive mindset that seems to match what the composer was after, and plenty of technique to make his case.

Pianist Ilya Itin proved to be a fine accompanist, and offered up several moments of sheer loveliness, especially in the second movement.
The concert closed with another Brahms work, the Piano Quartet in C minor (Op. 60). Itin, Davidovici, Klotz and Arias were the players, and as might be expected by this point, this was a very warm, red-blooded rendition of this fine piece.

As Davidovici noted in remarks earlier in the concert, the key a composer chooses is quite important, and for Brahms as well as Beethoven, C minor is a key of drama and brooding strength.
Perhaps the high point here was the third movement, with a beautiful, full-throated cello song for Arias, and a joint narrative arc for the music that smartly charted the emotional highs and lows of the music.

(The next concert in the St. Paul series is set for Oct. 19, when Green will lead the klezmer band he founded, Klezmer East, in a program of music from this Jewish folk tradition.)

The classical world got some excitement today with the announcement in France of the find of a previously unknown Mozart manuscript that had been buried in the files for more than a century.

It's not really a score, just a couple sketches on a few lines of paper, one of them marked Credo and looking like the incipit of a Mass movement. Judging by what I've seen of Mozart autograph reproductions, it's clearly in Mozart's hand. And the note at the bottom stating it was Mozart's is from Aloys Fuchs (1799-1853), one of the most important musicologists of the 19th century, and a man noted for the size and depth of his manuscript collection.

Fuchs specialized in Mozart, and since he an Austrian born only eight years after the composer's death, it's hard to imagine a more reliable source other than Mozart himself for verifying the master's hand.

There are a couple of interesting things to note here outside the fact of the manuscript itself. One is the way mainstream media covers these things, especially on television. Two or three reports I've seen on this today say Mozart signed the manuscript, which he did not, as far as I can see (Fuchs, though, signed it in 1839 as being by Mozart), and much of the other coverage made it sound like it was a whole piece rather than a couple sketches (actually, the top one almost looks like an orchestral part).

I'm glad Mozart is still a big enough name to generate mainstream news coverage, but it would be nice if there were a little more precision about exactly what was found.

The second thing is the question of Mozart and religious music. During his early years after Count Colloredo came to the throne of Salzburg as prince-archbishop, the young Mozart wrote a number of small masses for the newly shortened services Colloredo wanted observed in the city's churches. I rarely get to hear these pieces, but surely some of them are worth occasional revival in a concert setting.

The other thing is that he kept trying to write a great piece of church music all throughout his life, especially the unfinished C minor Mass written at the time of his marriage in 1782 (I like Robert Levin's completion of the Mass, with a couple minor quibbles). Then, of course, there is the Requiem on which he was working at the time of his death.

I suspect that Mozart was probably attracted to the drama of the Mass, and wanted to write something that would fully bring that out without being disrespectful, and that led him to try to push the boundaries toward opera. Both the C minor and Requiem masses are works along that line, and it's tragic that he did not finish them so that we could appreciate his full vision.

It's been noted by other scholars that even though Mozart died at only 35, and began writing pieces while still a toddler, he was in some ways a late bloomer, and that his Wunderkind legend has tended to obscure the brilliance of his late innovations. The late symphonies of 1788 certainly changed the idea of the symphony, advancing it beyond Haydn into a form that showed composers a long orchestral piece could be the place for their deepest thoughts.

If the experts quoted today are right and these sketches are for a piece of sacred music from the last years of Mozart's life, it would be more tantalizing evidence of how this composer continued to try to wrestle this ancient text into a stylistic form that would hold all the expressive power of which he was capable.

Here's the Swedish mezzo Anne Sofie von Otter singing the Laudamus te from the C minor Mass. This is an opera aria, nothing less, and a beautiful one, too:

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

A agência France Presse informa esta tarde que foi encontrada na Biblioteca Municipal de Nantes, na França, uma página de partitura, um esboço propriamente dito, escrito à mão e com trechos parciais de música  de Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, (Áustria 1756-1791) escritos em 1787. Identificada por um especialista alemão, esta página inclui parte de uma sonata e o que se acredita ser parte da partitura de um Credo, para uma missa católica.   

Uma casa moura em Argel, 1856

Pierre-Antoine Lobouchère, ( França, 1807-1873)

Aquarela e lápis sobre papel

Estes fragmentos se encontram na Biblioteca de Nantes praticamente desde sua fundação.  Esta biblioteca, aberta ao público em 1753, só ganhou o corpo substancial de seu acervo em 1803,  quando as coleções das bibliotecas particulares confiscadas da nobreza pela Revolução Francesa foram distribuidas às municipalidades.  Os documentos de Mozart foram doados à biblioteca em 1807, pelo pintor orientalista, Pierre-Antoine Labouchère ( França 1807-1873), que colecionara próximo de 3000 autógrafos, durante sua vida.  O artista plástico doou toda a sua coleção que além do fragmento de partitura de Mozart inclui também  duas cartas do músico austríaco: uma carta de Mozart a seu pai, datada de 1783 e outra do pai de Mozart à sua filha, irmã do famoso compositor.  

Até recentemente a biblioteca acreditava estes documentos serem cópias.  

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Nantes é uma cidade de aproximadamente 270.000 pessoas e capital do departamento Loire-Atlântico.  É um porto fluvial, localizada na foz do rio Loire.

Wiktor Sadowski, “Lorenzaccio” (Alfred De Musset), 1986, 38.4” x 26.8”
{Source: Polish Posters}

Wiktor Sadowski, “Macbeth” (Giuseppe Verdi, opera), 1994, 39.2” x 26.8”
{Source: Polish Posters}

Wiktor Sadowski, “Kontrakt rysownika” (Peter Greenaway), 1992, 38.4” x 27.2”
{Source: Polish Posters}

Wiktor Sadowski, “Die Zauberflotte” (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart), 1992, 39.2” x 27.2”
{Source: Polish Posters}

Wiktor Sadowski, “Smierc Dantona” (George Buchner), 1988, 39.2” x 26.4”
{Source: Polish Posters}

Wiktor Sadowski, “Turandot czyli kongres wybielaczy” (Bertolt Brecht), 1987, 39.2” x 26.8”
{Source: Polish Posters}

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• MakingMusicFun.net features printable sheet music, composer worksheets, and music classroom and homeschool lesson plans for many of the composers. 

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Actually the flight landed in Milan and  had to make it to the central train station there and then catch a train to Venice and then a vaporetto from piazza ferrovia  to  the Academia  and then to walk over to Rio Terra across from the famed art museum where I met the groom's party and we walked over to the Scuola del Carmini where the wedding would be held.

Outside of the scuola in the Piazza Magherita there was an open air flea market.   I spied an earthenware cameo inspired Italian pottery dish.  I wanted to buy it not knowing whether to purchase it for my mother or the bride.  I had about a hundred euros on my person and an ex Peter Gatien security official who also worked once worked for a government agency wanted to borrow some money for another item leaving this blogger with just enough to acquire the green and red dish.

The wedding itself was something and the bride wore a four thousand dollar Carolina Herrera strapless cream dress with mirrored glass sewn into the fabric right at the breast line.

Outside when it was time to throw the meal ingrediant this blogger made mention to toss it softly and to say this was Condoleeza rice (rice through with sweetness because that's what the current secretary of state's first name means in Italian with sweetness).  This was worth a brief laugh and the boquet was thrown and caught by an English woman and freind of the bride who was suposedly the next to get married as it was. This lady is a collector of poodlebilia (tangible items dealing with poodles) and sitting around a large out in a piazza the next night with the group having campari coktails this itinerant bloggger Informed them of "the cheese poodle" a large hybrid pooch created by the intercourse of a golden retriever and a giant toy poodle owned by the artist Greg Coates and the curator Kiki Niebaer in Allentown, pennsylvania. { and they made me explain it in detail as if I were insane..like I was talking about a package of dried orange unhealthy snacks in the shape of pompidoured dogs which leak powdery orange granules which stain..uh huh!

Artists Steve Meeks and Tyrome Tripoli had showed up and soon it was off to the wedding dinner at the Venetian hotspot Osteria Boccodoro.  Meanwhile I forgot to mention the brides borther had officiated at the wddding and wore a long sleeved black shirt from Pakistan which gave him an exotic flair.

Meanhile in Italy I continued to be wrting my "italian Hotel Shopping Mall Poem" which can be read in its' current entirety right here...

The Italian Shopping Mall Poem

Part one: Hit the Ground Shopping

Hit the ground Shopping

In that entrance back to rememberance

Black scatter pattern stenciled in

All of the unseen movements of in and out through the heart of black

Legions marched trough petri dishes

Though the same motion of the same line the multitudes unseen and reformatted

All the time

Sure I should not have said to “shut up”

That was hurtful and if it was said to me as I said to you as it was said to me in my youth

It would boomerang and did

“On a holiday provided for by those in a family who are senior in both age and monetary wherewithal to those whom they have taken with the voyage where the paradox is as one allows for the enjoyment of the others one has provided for the provider may feel at the time that their earnings converted into the leisure time of others gained at their expense whilst the whole point of the journey to begin with was for all who took it to become relaxed”

Such words come as feelings are remembered

The bus trip is never taken to the

Discount outlets and malls

First told about in a dark bar never talked about

Sectored off from this reality

Return and shop         

 Dark love in a dissappearance

Not far from the Piazza Della Signoria

Dark love in a dark bar

Still the boyish ones show up

All devices up and at them

All systems go

Faces flash silver against black

Off like quick silver photographs

Dark lust in a dark bar

The dark cages all around I come again

And again and again and again

Return off of the same hop?

Part Two: the Hotel Shopping Mall Poem

The hotel shopping mall poem balloons

Once there was a balloon of a hotel named lunacy

With a Venetian scene over the establishment’s

Insignia crown- overhead

Over to the left

Is the mall once grid façaded

Of dark green olive under white

Though now by gating over-cast

On an overcast day replete

With horses; show jumping equestrians, bric-a-brac vendors

Boy and girl scouts, sun-glassed bus drivers, cyber simulcasters,

Local citizens, and baristas

Once there was a pink hotel’s shopping mall poem balloon

                                 Overhead

Traveling the via the buildings are scarred

Some distressed garbage and recycling bunkers have suffered catastrophic damage

And bands of overjoyed teenagers make noise on the bus

Now a search on modes of motor transport

And attendant sensation

Colors lead the field in optical navigation

Diamonds on markers, directionals, gates

Segues of hues like in peppers or pimento on pizza

Red- yellow –orange- red

This poem would go anywhere to break the grid and has

Then over to the left

A proud male swan

With a banding of night mask

Surging forth

Pushed forward under its own sail like a sea horse

The young man wore the Gucci belt with double G’s

To hold up his pants up against his lithe frame

Red magenta flurry

And an Andrea Mantegna seen in a hurry

Up the steps with haberdashery

And then one raspberry sorbet colored small house stands alone

In the midst of a parking lot

A sprawling tree blossoming pink and red morphs

And extends above a cherry tomato lawnmower

Behind which is the textural side of the raspberry structure sorbet

And below all around comes a yellow traffic perimeter

And behind that still a field of bright blue

A bright blue field

 After all that we are back in the parking lot

Bright pink neon illuminates the hotel de balloonacy

Balloonacy d’hotel

Gardens with large trees- open- welcoming in the summer months

Are atop the hotel of a balloon

The three pointed crown

Is the insignia of the balloon for the hotel

Free form further down

An addition

A new arcade mortared over the space besides some stores

To present a pleasant angel for and during your passiegiata

All of the window displays speak to me now

Actors and actresses players step onto this stage

Red from a traffic light colors the leaves on a tree

On come the over the street lights

As passes a black clad band of youths with dogs

A young man previously on his cell phone paces within a small range while smoking

Satellite dishes and other signal receiving devices

Atop the balloon of a hotel- the hotel of a balloon

Amidst the gardens

 A split level mini-mall in Sienna

A top level leading to a street above

And street-side lower to another street below

A supermarket duplex is among others stores within

Further into Sienna the Piazza Del Palio

Inspirations the race is for such mega-mall the novel attractions

As-

Torre- The Trunk Show where an a animatronic elephant head whose trunk on a column

Sprays high pressure water jets

Lecondo- Unicorn on the Cob

And the porcupina colada

Where though a rotund man did needle the poet so often as to become il porcupino himself

I go walking away down the avenue

Out the from door of the motorbike store

Away from the train-station

And towards the hotel shopping mall poem

In a leather racing suit

Past distressed plastic garbage bunkers

Having sustained catastrophic damage

In An egg yolk explosion

And torn away burned to the nowhere combustion

In a leather motorbike racing-suit I go walking away yellow-black on fire

Next to green

Part Three;

Milano; Torino, and the Olympiad

“The Show Must Go Home”

A Spaghetti Best Western

The outlet mall

outlets in the mall

outlets on the wall in the mall

outlets in the hall

what is an outlet mall?

endless space allotted to light sockets?

a giant whole in the wall?

In-Café television

machines of indeterminate usage

in the light of back and forth intermittent illumination

otherwise know as slot machines

THE COVER BAND WILL NOW ASSASINATE THE DOORS

AND THEN MAKE ITS WAY FOR THE WINDOWS

Here comes the downhill muggers

Look at the Russian family all decked out in red and white nationalist gear

Where are they from?

They are from Powerade

The Gatorade stand-in

always found in the nearest commercial beverage locker

Presidential- Press credentials

Press Credentials- Presidential

“The Show Must Go Home”

I am off of the chocolate train

trenino gratuito

and back on the street

got my pen and my notebook

got no one to meet

though the balloon was blown into farfalle

and I am off the chocolate train

trenino gratuito

only to run into farfalle

at a shogun’s palace Sheraton at the crossroads

soon again

Here it is again

like walking through another

dreamscape

abandonded

in replicate

not totally;

obstacled

and chandeliered-

                           Cowhide

so many players

on the chessboard

obstacles

after all its’ just a furniture store

and not in Hong Kong

In the plaza/piazza

where street lights would be street lights

weren’t that they were in the inner courtyard

and that dream will resume

is never garunteed

High on frequent flier miles

alone in a Best Western hotel room

he watched the Olympiad on Italian television

Infernal McDonalds’
where it is not alright

to put up your elbows

and even in the slightest begin to doze

but it is alright to smoke

He watched the Olympics on television

alone high on frequent flier miles

in a Best Western hotel near the Duomo

with a breakfast buffet on the roof

Infernal McDonald’s

back at the infernal McDonald’s

a man in a black jacket with a golden gecko silk-screened onto

back in line from the point of purchase

remonstrating to his girlfriend

over and over

this man an Italian man

causes a security gaurd of African origins

in suit and a tie a golden stud earing in one ear and a shaved shiny brown scalp

to come over to him

this agent of fast food decorum enforcement says” tranquile” to him

as has the announcing official at the starting gate of Sienna’s infamous palio

to the pile-up of horses

{the guy lowers his voice and lessens his performance to several smaller outbursts

to the great embarassmento of his girlfreind who though never really revolts}

Now when it is his turn

to order the McDonalds employee at the register

in orange and white

is seamless and gets the previously loud mouth’s order right

Never one not to take one more turn

I sip water in a land of fire

at the corner alla scala

the flames are exploding

in the interior of an interior

off of the double decker

have I not seen such a scene of circumnavigation

‘inside the circle unsquared

or the triangle inside the circle unsquared

or is it a scene form a Italian restaurant

inside a scene from the italian shopping mall poem

He cannot decide

four corner turn burn

salon de octagon

“Persona non grata”

the film plays at the end

of the church cinema

two large flowers to the side

of the ticket takers booth

not enclosed by glass

petals of cherry vanilla

stalks in water- bulbs removed

trolleys course by

mopeds race round corners

from streets unseen

Downtown Niketown

Hannbal Lechter’s housewares

A Spaghetti Best Western

Drooping strands of poly resin poly chromatic sculpture

atop a converted mini-palazzo a spaghetti Best–Western of course

He watched the Olympics on television

alone high on frequent flier miles

in a best western hotel room near the duomo

with a breakfast buffet on the roof

after being directed to Florence by his son

the adrenaline of being with gods in expensive ski wear tighly packed in  and fans screaming nationalist cheers and slinging cowbells attached to their bodies by metal structures as if by train tracks

manual flush port-a-johns

the half pip a backup singer for Gladys Knight split down the middle

the half pipe a snowboarding event

manual flush port a-johns on the streets of Turin

watching the Olympics in a best western high on frequent flier miles

a frequent crier smiles

A Spaghetti Best Western

a best western topped by spaghetti

a Spaghetti test pattern

Rosentwist

the long winds

of pasta

the circuitous routes through the alps

the tunnels like corkscrews noodles

 sportscars flying through

and  sliders on the luge down and around

the stay tuned to the stay tuned cease of operations

Technicolor color shield above psaghetti

in a would be Rosentwist

minus the hair dryer

the torque of the fork

the four prongs  of  torqued fork motion

forcing the torque from the fork

into winds of linguini

stabbing at tortellini

watching the Olympics in a best western high on frequent flier miles

a frequent crier smiles

A Spaghetti Best Western

a best western topped by spaghetti

a Spaghetti test pattern

a spaghetti test pattern

leather and sauce

I am walking back away from it

under sections of the sky constellation segments segmenting

stars and the lines between them

here on the avenues leading up and into the piazzas

heavenly bodies like streelight pearls

towards a palazzo style flat iron  decked out with loggia

its paths crisscrossed by a trolley line

I am walking back and away from it back and away form it

here on the streets of Torino

and then again on the streets of New York

 A Spaghetti Chest western

the Venus de Milo’s torso

rendered in Yves Klein blue

with a Dalian chest of drawers built in

brought out

and inside

plastic figurines playing out the title

financial surrealists take the train

cowboys on horseback shooting after

a toy train with baseball pitchers atop

financial surrealist in the passenger windows

financial surrealists took the train

and surmounting the colored beauties head an downturned mound of polyresinate

spaghetti

It’s a psghetti Chest Western

and everbody is invited inside

Spaghetti test pattern

in a spaghetti breast western
the chest drawers are open and everybody is invited  in

lobsters and leather –leather and sauce

a new furry lobster

found in Indonesia

in the waters off Indonesia

a furry langosto

A spaghetti breast western

the chest drawers are open

the woman in purple she is in Yves Klein blue

she has golden hair a wig

and then black and white stripes ala Michael Keaton

in “Beetlejuice”

Metal toy partners saddle up to draw

at high noon in this best spaghetti western

painters who worship chroma

come out of their coma

packing pistols

in this videodroma

French kissters look on

the surrealist reality group is right nearby

like a sidearm

the charterhouse of parmesan

all the onlookers including this narrator

and hanging around

hanging out

and hanging on

the Last sufferer

the last supper

the last supperer

who should we cast as the painter

and as Christ and as pilot

and mary magdelene in the shadows

after we come down off our DaVinci cloud

should it be like pop painters like English or Kostabi

and the final meal should be placed

in the infernal McDonald’s

in Milano’s galleria

what is on the table spread fury langosto

and the venus demilo with spaghetti hair

on the lobster phone

 inner perimeter café casa Armani

while the orange city streetcar winds it way clockwise  a few blocks away

the blue shirted waitstaff

serve  juicy red cocktails and plates of hor d’oeurves

as a video shower of fire fades into blue water

and the next drink you should order is turquoise

Trussardi alla scala

inner perimeter casa Armani cafe

the Last sufferer

the last supper

the last supperer

who should we cast as the painter

and as Christ and as pilot

and mary magdelene in the shadows

after we come down off our DaVinci cloud

should it be like pop painters like English or Kostabi

and the final meal should be placed

in the infernal McDonald’s

in Milano’s galleria

what is on the table spread fury langosto

and the venus demilo with spaghetti hair

on the lobster phone

inner perimeter casa Armani cafe

Trussardi alla scala

In a distinct neighborhood of Milan

a few blocks from the main train station

a small church

a Japanese restaurant which serves sushi platters on boats

black in the night

a movie theater

with an exterior of blue

with colored pennants attached to the walls

on the viale Tunisia

an erotica store with a long legged clerk

maybe she was the owner seen from afar

a studded leather mask in the window

Tiki lounge furniture outside a nightclub

piled up and sometimes used by the homeless

In this chest western

the buildings of the ghost town

have painted on carved out breast doors

and at high noon through the dust bowls

a moose walks by

If in as in a spaghetti western is to have

Italian food in Western

 New York

or for an Italian to have Italian food

in Western New York

Desilu Desilu Desilu

I love I love I love Moosie!

the maid near the maid of the mist

did not make up my bed

before I made it to Niagara the Falls

with water churning as if to have one make in their pants

the maid of the mist

one cannot resist

Italians in Western New York

dine in the Italian Fisherman

near where the fishermen fish

back flips by cartwheeling clowns at the closing ceremonies of the winter Olympics

this is on Sunday and carnevale starts on Tuesday

release the ducks

the celebration was more tempered last year in your dreams

as they switched to a German

things are bound to be more festive this time

Late in the evening

at the self-watering mammary gland

near a Banca Intesa branch

late in the evening

at a self-watering

terrazzo mammary gland

across from the café in the Giardinii

between brightly colored buildings

the hue of Frutti Di Bosco

gelato

Mangia con telefono

Mangia prosciutto con telefono

una telefono torta con proscuitto

Proscuitto finito! telefono! telefono!

Oh! Sugar rock candy umbrella

even The pina colada was a debutante once

An orange downwards pointing submersible container

on and in active use off

of a giant white and blue

tractor trailer carrying freighter

smoke rings of Audi

sailboats are drips of white in the sea

such clean legs

such clean flesh

a smile still beckons a smile

between generations

yet awash

in the dazzle of youth

Oh! sugar rock candy

Carmen Miranda in a tinged cream umbrella

even the pina colada was a debutate once

How far is the Dalmatian from the toast?

A one man noise factory

unwraps his food

while blasting his personal listening device

pushing and pursing his lips for a muscular chew

in the sala di’aspetto

where one sits while one waits for one’s train to pull onto its track

when one sit or sits and reads when one has nothing other to do

Mestre laundromat sunburst mural explosion

broken window shattered glass in the night vacancy

in the day overcrowded

now we have waited to dine in the seafood restraurant across from the art movie cine

 where it is run by three hefty brothers and their mother

and two of the others other then the mother are present tonight

on the wall hangs a group photo and who do you think will bring you your risotto

 it will be one of the two brothers who are other- other than their mother

is is down the block with the third right now at home brother

while the poet has mixed grill with a group of seafood lovers

Il Vero e Il Falso

the real thing or  a fake

yes it a real Fernando Botero

the guard finazia hosts this informative exhibit

so you can tell the difference between a genuine Rolex and the fascimillie

or the same for gucci

Il vero e il falso

and yes it is a real Botero

where does the day go

over to the aqvarium

where hermaphrodite sealife

is on view self impregnaniting egg droppers

and species which die after reproduzione

the real or the fake one

and yes it’s a real Botero

tre colori a three color printing  offered by a printer in Mestre

tre colori a restaurant with three canopies red, green, and white

on west 47^th street in New York

tre colori the three colors of the Italian flag

the boot of Italy is iconic

while the mass of China is not

in a store in mall an optically active wall relief

in the shape of the nation state

and  hermaphrodite models

descend down  into  the sea laying eggs

 in the act of reproducition

before tearing each other to death

Now we turn to see the designer’s vision

Now we turn to see the designer’s visions

Now we turn to see the designer’s visions

Valentino the actor’s funeral was a silent affair

Valentino the courtier’s forty fifth anniversary celebration

of his work in the design sphere was replete with a retrospective

of the dresses he did including a a bevy of mannequins on a staircase

without a balcony on display at the ara pacis in Rome

and in party in Cinese at the Villa Borghese

Sitting in a racing suit by dainese

in the outlet mall in Italy

if only for in the meantime  imaginarily

fashion discounts at store on the outskirts of major cities

sometimes looking like fascimille villages done up for the red cross

by the concentration camp supervising nazis

Processed prosciutto prostituted prosecuted prosciutted

The pink rosy swirl of a Venetian cholate sphere

unscrambled to present not a portrait  but a sccene

off of the vaporetto passenger station San Toma

and towards the pensione here to stay all the way upstairs

the meaning in the late evening remained to be disambiguated

this poem could have stayed where  as it were in Mestre

where a useless upgrade brought the metal curtain down

on that experience and led to a new suitcase without wheels

and then one with- so it will be off to the chocaltiere in

San Toma ata later date once again

A dream about Isabella Rossellini

who is  sitting on a television sound stage

talking and I approach her “I know your nephew Tommasso”

I say – I used to work with him  (as a tour guide)

his email is trossellini@wesleyan.edu but now he is in Italy

he is your twin sister Ingrid’s son

she is your twin sister

he was hanging with me when she kicked him out

all of this only part did I say

and then I realize that she was inside of a tv screen all the time

Lead us into temptation

do lead us into temptation

but not all of the time

Pound’s Cantos

Cants Pantos

Cants Poundos

print it on a Pound note

“subtle innuendo’s follow

must be something inside….”

the mall poem

Cockfosters young men with prominent phallic protusions in pantalone and pantalone di cavali
parade and posture during the mall palio like roosters
 they abound in the surround in all that the cock-fosters in the piazza del palio here

Become an ambassador

of the lifestyle afforded

by the Italian Hotel Shopping Mall Poen

where there are cameo appearances

and appearances by cameos

A woman in purpling pink

atop the white field of a sun dress

has donned ornamental Bvglvari sunglasses

and a necklace in the shape of a small lantern which is colored dark metallic pink

with baubles set inside purple and burgundy red

a deep purple rock atop a ring upon her finger

and a gold and diamond bracelet clasp

featuring lions or dragons upon her wrist

gets on the train in Venezia Santa Lucia

and departs (partenze) in Vincenza

I did something in Venice

I did something else

It rings to Abba’s Mama Mia

the downloadable ring-tone for the cell-phone          

into the whole song but not for long

the woman opens up the flip-phone

and says “Mama” with emphasis right after

the last heard “Mama Mia” from the song

now we realize it might only ring mama mia

when mama is the caller

and the caller id might read wiwth her phone number

as on comes the song

Engrosso

Haydn concert in the Galleria

the reflecticve disk overhead

Mozart

“That Fuller Guys” tetrahedron