"Yeah I would literally sit around waiting for night to fall. I don’t want to be a wall-starer, y’know staring at walls, but I would be waiting for night-time, thinking ‘I really want to make some good tunes tonight’. Or I would go out walking, wait for it to get dark, and then I’d go back… I love that feeling when you know that almost everyone in the city is asleep. That’s got to be the only time to work. I get up really early sometimes, or I’m awake all night, and you see the people and the city waking up around you… I actually feel a little bit angry at people (laughs), like they’re intruding on my silent world."

I tried to linger with my amorous incomprehension, to slow my attention so as to better savour the most intricate linguistic constructions and transitions as well as their attendant desiring states, which, love-like, kept shifting. With this hard-won slowing came the conviction that to truly savour a book, to savour love . . . one could not read slowly enough. The waking world must be replaced with love. The experience of duration became its own mystical pleasure. Did love ever arrive? Poetry arrived, and what is the difference.

„È stato ampiamente comprovato il legame tra il lavoro, nello specifico quello agrario, e i tarantismi: la sindrome mordeva sistematicamente chi lavorava nei campi. L’antropologo Ernesto de Martino rintraccia un’ulteriore prova, ossia che i sintomi comparivano ciclicamente, non a caso, durante il faticoso epilogo dell’anno agricolo. Era in quel periodo che le forze produttive “misuravano se stesse nella vicenda del raccolto”;[1] nella stagione estiva si tiravano le somme e si saldavano i debiti. Le inquietudini psicofisiche di tale passaggio scatenavano in chi lavorava la terra un turbamento che pareva potersi placare solo attraverso un apparente ulteriore spreco di energie: una frenetica danza rituale. Eppure proprio cortocircuitando la logica produttiva del consumo energetico, si riusciva in un ballo prolungato ed estenuante a guarire dall’esaurimento. Si bruciava, deliberatamente, insieme, per smettere di bruciare in solitudine.“