Journal of a Nobody

“La belleza no es locura/ Aunque yo esté rodeado por mis errores y mis ruinas”. Ezra Pound en Venezia.

Antonio Vivaldi and Ezra Pound left indelible footprints in their passage through time.The world would be a much less livable place if it weren’t for the music of one and the poetry of the other.

But Vivaldi lay silent for two centuries.

Pound brought him back. The strains the world had forgotten opened and closed the poet’s radio show from Italy, which broadcast Fascist propaganda in English.

The program earned Mussolini few if any sympathizers. But the Venetian musician gained worldwide adoration.

When Fascism collapsed, officers from the United States out Pound in a barbed wire cage outdoors so that people would lob coins at him and balls of spit, and later they sent him to an asylum for the insane.

“What thou lovest well remains,

the rest is dross

What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee

What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage”

6 Gnossiennes, No.6 - Ave Conviction Et Avec Une Tristesse Rigoureuse

By Composer Erik Satie

Pascal Roge, Pianist

too far now, my muse,

I can barely remember

her scent, her laughter

山あれば山を観る　 雨の日は雨を聴く yama areba yama o miru ame no hi wa ame o kiku when there are mountians, I look at mountains when there is a rainy day, I listen to the rain