Friday, 24 May 2013 @08:26
"Before a place, there’s a name.
And the travelling there, which is another place,
more discontinuous, impossibile to name".
(Maria do Rosário Pedreira)
Travelling begins at home: the dream of a name.
Today I'm leaving for Lisboa, where I will meet the poet who wrote these verses. And hear their sound:
"Antes de un lugar há o seu nome. E ainda
A viagem até ele, que è um outro lugar
mais discontinuo e inominavél".
Friday, 17 May 2013 @07:50
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour"
The eternal lesson of spring. You only have to stop, and wonder at the tiniest wildflowers.
Friday, 10 May 2013 @08:43
"I wore one of my Tanguy earrings and one made by Calder, in order to show my impartiality between Surrealism and Abstract Art".
All that an earring can tell about you.
I was in Venice for 24 hours glam: 24 hours of water taxis speeding in the laguna, concerts at night with the baroque Salute as a backstage, old vintage mirrors with Murano glass flowers shimmering in the night… Why? A very luxurious occasion: the opening party of Gritti Palace, the very vintage hotel on Canal Grande (now completely restaured), facing Peggy Guggenheim’s palazzo. Peggy, the dashing american socialite who loved art, artists and Venice; Peggy and her earrings, now displayed in her museum (where, by the way, the gala began, in the terrace, with a cocktail). To remind us that putting an earring on, even if it’s not a Calder micro-mobile, it’s always an artistic statement, a provocation, a personal declaration of beauty.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.