A few stolen moments in Italy…

In Rome… there are statues of angels, saints and devils peeking out of crevices, peering out of corners in churches and museums, leaning over flying buttresses, their eyes following me all over the city. Even a garden refuge on the ancient Aventine hill is filled with angels and symbols of the beloved dead. 

The shadows hold secrets in the ancient stone walls down every Roman alleyway. I could walk all night through it’s streets. Come to think of it, I have.

I am a voyeur, a street photographer, a purveyor of candids. 

Here lies one whose name was writ in water… dear Keats. I meditated over his grave and Shelley’s with some verse and later enjoyed tea at the same tea house they took tea and visited his house and deathbed. I followed the footsteps Oscar Wilde, the Decadents, the Romantics, the Beats and countless others.

I’ve been working and commuting a lot this summer. I am usually too tired or too uninspired to write. I finally had these film negatives transferred to CDs. I’m feeling creative again. I wanted to vent about work and my body frustrations but once again the hour grows late and I have another 120 mile round trip commute tomorrow and I have been having trouble sleeping on work nights. I *have* been working out at the gym A LOT but the food has been weak in spots.

 

Damn I need claritin for my autumn allergies! My eyes are on fire!!