venerdì 14 novembre 2014

[We will all] Fall

My dear C.Lee and I
 just got back home after spending the last 6 months in Northern America. I took plenty of pictures of majestic Trees on our journey that it shouldn't be a problem for me picking up the right one(s) for this post.
Anyhow, I decided instead to go for two pictures I took this morning of the Trees surrounding our Treehouse, the same old Trees that watched over us in all these months, standing here waiting for us to make it back.
Somehow I thought of a Giuseppe Ungaretti poem, maybe my favourite one when I was doing the 8th or 9th grade.
Si sta, come d'autunno, sugli alberi, le foglie.
(Standing
, like leaves on the trees, in Fall)

But I didn't have a feeling of uncertainty, not at all. It was more something like a warm feeling of consciousness, as if I was feeling glad I could understand and explore more Ourselves through our journey, through our Path.
Thanks old friends, we made it back another time, and here you are, still looking after us.

PS: Giuseppe Ungaretti is often depicted as an old grumpy man, rooted on the "Old times" way of thinking, sometimes even as a fascist symphatizer.
When I was 17 I learned that Allen Ginsberg and the whole Beat Generation were big fans of his work, and Ginsberg was even able to meet the man once, in New York, during a charity sale for supporting young poets in needs. When asked to donate something, Giuseppe Ungaretti (I picture him with a smile on his face) with a hint of irony decided to give his younger colleague one of his white pubic hair.  


giovedì 9 ottobre 2014

Learning from Silence

People say that if you feel scared it helps to shout louder than anybody else.
In front of these Trees lady C, our dear Ezra and I kept silent.
We won't be sharing the same eternity with these trees, we know.
Old Guardians, please remember us.
And protect us. Now, You.







To my dearest Lella, on her 60th birthday.


venerdì 22 agosto 2014

Reds

Today I lost it. My dear C. Lee told me she broke a mirror, and I lost it.
Am I stupid? Yes indeed.
Somehow I felt so bad in my stomach and wanted to comfort her but I couldn't.
Superstition? Yes, but it felt closer to a panic attack, and I confess I wasn't expecting such a reaction from myself.
So we decided to go for external help. We went to the Woods. We went to the Red Woods. We crossed the Red Bridge and we went straight to the beginning of the Red Woods region.


There Gigantic arrows are keeping the Sky and the land together as they are the last of a long lost species.

I Will get rid of my superstition eventually.
But I feel like those red barks gave us some kind of hope for redemption. 

Those Giant survivors from a time of Giants.


martedì 5 agosto 2014

The Sinner's Prayer

My life affrights me. 
For when carefully reviewed, its whole course shows in my sight like one great sin; or atleast it is well-nigh nothing but barrenness. Or, if any fruit is seen in it, that fruit is so false, or so imperfect, or in some way or other so tainted with decay and corruption, that it must needs either fail to satisfy God, or else utterly offend Him.
St. Anselm

lunedì 30 giugno 2014

Now this is permanent



Sometimes it happens that I find myself staring at Trees, using their shadow to protect me from the Light.
So that I can try to reach their beauty as a whole.
And I can't help but feeling that they act as a filter, a barrier, protecting and yes, sometimes even limiting us from something else that is hidden behind.
I usually see gigantic Waves behind the Trees.
Here I picture a Wave of Light.
That day it was warm, Lady C. and I were driving up North through the Red Woods, where California and Oregon collides, following our dear friends White Manna (check'em out!) directions.
We were a bit sad, as it happens every time we leave the Ocean.
But we surely knew we were going back to them, to the Trees.
A tip: stop where you are, look around yourself, look for some trees, and then try to picture the Wave that i mentioned before. I believe they're there for each one of us. It doesn't mean they're always a threat, but I do like to feel the pressure for knowing they're there.




sabato 31 maggio 2014

All you people yelling fire!

Yesterday night I dreamt that C.Lee and I were going up North, toward the Big Hills that always served as protection for those places.
We were standing next to what I recall being a mix of temple columns and Sequoia trees when a stream of people came from down the hill, waving torches in their hands. They wanted to burn down the Trees as if it was part of a rite. We stood there not even being able to say a word, our bodies unable to make a move. The trees were silent, they were watching all those bodies getting around them.
Suddenly something hit us hard from behind, I believe it was a gigantic wave of water, coming from where, I have no idea. I recall seeing all those people being simply washed out, while somehow C.Lee and I were protected by the biggest of the wooden giants we had watching our backs.
We lift our heads and turned to that Tree as to show our gratitude, when I woke up.




Here are the last photos I took of trees before leaving Italy for the US tour.
As if they were waving goodbye, these Trees shape the end of their branches to something that remind me of a Cross.
A "God speed you" to us and to the rituals they know we were going to bring around North America.
And so yesterday, while driving through Northern California and Oregon we passed through the Redwoods, and I felt like We were there representing the same Trees that said goodbye when we left.
So C.Lee and I did stop the car, and went standing next to the biggest of the Trees, and we thanked him for protecting us and for not having us washed out by that  enormous wave of water that happened in my dream.

sabato 12 aprile 2014

So I missed March

 Lent is here again, tender age in bloom?

A quote to remind to myself  I missed all the special celebration for the 20 years since I went to see Nirvana I had in mind, for the 20 years since the guy decided to leave this world as we know it,  for going to work in a gas station in Maui, together with J. Morrison [I still have that hope often, after all these years], ...). 
Lady C. and I have spent the last weeks touring all over Europe.
We stop every once in a while, and we take pictures of Trees. When it is possible, we get closer to Trees, and we try to feel them, even if just by touching them.
Last time we had the chance to spend few days home, we brought our granny to see the place where she was born, and on our way we found a procession. It was a sunny day as you can see, and all that gold shone to the Sun.
The Circles surrounding the Cross are called in Italian "canti", that means something like choirs (?not sure about it...), for the sound they make while someone is carrying the Cross around.
So now, as I already told you, C.Lee and I are working on a new  album to be titled Croce (cross in Italian), right?
I took some pics then, and while looking through my camera, especially for the photos here, I couldn't stop thinking that we were witnessing Jesus turning into a Tree, him and the cross literally becoming Trees.
I decided it was a signal, I'm paranoid, so I always need to look for some kind of sure protection. Am I safe then? Is the "protect me now you" anyway always coming from my beloved Trees?
I looked at Jesus while he was turning into one, and I had my answer.