Archive for September, 2008

The Massage Behind the Sombrero and Back Down to Florida

September 27, 2008

I drove down to Florida again while not eating too much along the way (because the mini storage clearer Barry of  the Satanic countenance who is self reportedly worth eight million plus and the landlord of 72 appartments in Havestraw, New York {go into McDonalds and you can always have-a-straw no problem} said that I was forty pounds overweight- and imagehe should know he has also headed a volunteer ambulance corps for upteen years).

I was not breathing well so remembering the Osaka Spa sign in Northern South Carolina (or was it Southern North Carolina?) with the directions depending from which way you come.

On the last time coming North (as opposed to this immediate time going south) this driver was unable to read the instructions from the highway billboard even close to properly.

This time I decided to focus and the lines at the bottom of the sign read “south 301 one mile exit 1B” .  Now it follows that for the next stretch of road it read I-95 South and 301 South and then in about a mile an exit read 301 south (but the exit was not 1b but rather 14).

So in a state  of confusion I  got off the main highway  and drove along the rural course of rte. 30 (with an eatery with a name like the meal pit and a couple of Baptist churchs).  Meanwhile, eventually I pulled over to get directions and also purchased a coca-cola as well as a lottery ticket for the hundred and sixty million dollar plus Carolina education lottery.

So after advisement I took rte 501 back to I-95 and realized that the right thing to do was to to wait for exit 1B off of the main route (and of course this led directly to the just over the line famed South Carolina attraction “South of the Border”.  When I got to exit 1B the road off it was going north.  I took the route north and realizing I was going nowhere this writer turned back around South towards South of the border literally going across the border between the Carolinas twice.

So after doing a three sixty and going past all of Pedro’s famed attractions including the sombrero tower there it was. Lo and behold!  ; with almost no cars parked around its’ periphery and with an inflatable balloon frontage it was the Osaka Spa.

A fat man in a white t-shirt was entering and there was a sign on a nearby structure for exotic dancers.  I was saying “oh no” but having trouble breathing I was really needing a massage.  A non-Oriental woman answered the doorbell and let me in.  She said that it was seventy dollars for an hour and fifty for a half.

I thought that this was too much but being in need I agreed. Next I saw an Oriental woman in a silly cocktail dress go into a room.  All the while I awaited my own masseuse (who when she came  wanted the money up front).  I only had twenties so she took sixty and I demanded my ten dollars change.    She said “shower, sauna, and twenty minute massage”. This customer said that he “had paid for a half hour massage” .  She said than “no shower”.  So I said “ok no shower” and the massage progressed.

Shot from Atop the Sombrero Looking Across at the South of the Border Campus

I fell asleep and snored.  Then when I woke she handed me the ten dollars and told me to go to a hotel because I was driving and falling asleep and that this was no good.  However I felt much better and drove all the way through to Jacksonville.

When I got to the the home of the Cougars I could not find my cellphone and thought that one of those people  who walk back and forth across parking lots for no particular reason in the Sunshine State had swiped it.  This fit of paranoia happened at a Red Roof Inn where the cicadas cackle and they have an excellent coffee machine which generates a mean mocoa.  I stayed here again at this very reasonable and clean hotel after the Jacksonville airport Wingate was sold out.

(By the way, did you know that the former Chairman of the Federal Reserve, Ben Bernake once worked at the 1-95 roadside attraction city as a serape wearing waiter at the Sombrero Room?).

Day Three Milan and Back to and in the U.S

September 17, 2008

So arrived in Milan and made haste from the train station to the Viale Tunisia where I had stayed and commuted from during the Torino winter games of 2006.  I stayed in the Hotel Kennedy rather than the Hotel Tommasso which are in the same building (but wished I had stayed at the Hotel Tommasso because I found them nice but it stuck in my mind that the guide book had had such nice things to say about the establishment named after the popular president back in 2006).

Next, I went out and having seen a Thai massage place went and got a thrity minute massage there and then went and emailed.

Next I walked along a main avenue the Corso Venezia and went to the Natural History Museum there (saw the planetarium in a Palladian type structure but did not venture in).

Impressed with the park I started wandering made it across the street in back of the park saw another park and ventured in.  There I came to a palace which turned out to be the Public house {which was once the Rudetsky palace and had been occupied by everyone from Bonapartes to Hapsburgs and now houses the gallerie d’arte moderna}.

Across was a the pavillion for special exhibitions which meant Robert Indiana in Milan this time.  The work went back to the nineteen fifties and included his wood constructons which are reminiscent of his contemporaries Robert Rauschenberg and Jaspar Johns as well as his further pop art abstractions including one which would play for me poetically later on the “Nonending Nonagaon”.

At the galleria de arte moderna itself the work which stupefied this blogger  was “Ishamel in the dessert” by Giovanni Strozza.  The deepened gaze of the youth overcome by his perdicament wasted yet in full form of his blossoming capturing the animus makes for a hypnotic piece {which indeed I wanted to see over and over again pacing through other rooms only to return in short order{and here indeed was Ishmael again as he did in Dubai  appearing as metaphor as the universe was opening itself up to me}.

Then I ventrued further into Milan and the retail design distict.  I had longed to scan these windows and stores again and here was my chance.  Wishing to appropriate Roberto Cavali for a latter day or simultaneous coming of a sillier Versace in my Italian Hotel Shopping Mall Poem I stopped there. This was well worth it the store had an elevator between floors which featured a fur lined seat and grey leather walls.  The transport craft then opened to a room with large tropical fish tanks and then to walk upstairs it was to ascend past a winding funhouse series of mirrors (this store was the experience).

The Missoni store had a beautiful silk sweater in the window worn by a mannequin dummy which was if four palio flags have been twirled coming back round to form a diamond pattern of interlocking wide-sided triangles.  Stopped in the Casa Armani which did not hold my attention as it had in the past and then Trussardi Alla Scala cafe which had given up orange volcanic flouresence for black and white and I skipped hor d’oeurves there)

Then I visited the famed galleria built back during the time of Vittore Emanuelle and realized for the first time that it was musica septembre  and that thr Galleria building is referred to as the “Ottangono” (and I  looked down at the glass panels on the floor and saw that indeed they were ottaganos).  A lady was playing a piano concert in the exact center of the antique mall.  The pianist alternated between Haydn and Mozart (it was wonderful and I stayed until her finale).

Then after a bathroom stop at the infernal McDonald’s this writer ventured to the uber Milano department store across form the Duomo “La Rinascente’.  So here it was the new season and the Milanese were shopping enmasse trying out new fragrances which hordes of sample jockeys were happy to dispense (most clad in black). Teams of macho Italians looked for the newest in faux armani racing gear and name brand briefs.  The place was abuzz and I sprayed on Prada.  Scanning the clearance rack this non-shopper said no and returned to the plaza outside to make long rounds of the Duomo and its’ newly refurbished front facade which is absolutley stupendous and gleaming (almost enoughj to make you take up Western religion and convert).

Then it was the walk back to the hotel area after seeing a Robert Indiana(not Gary’s father after all non?) corten steel “LOVE” sculpture out in the plaza (love fourways it was or is I wrote about it before “Ov love olives evolve”.

Then I went back to the tratttoria I ate in when here in 06 (the name of which this repeat diner should have written down) to have my memorized meal of Salmone e crostini, risotto frutti di Mare, and a pear dipped in chocolate on a bed of custard. The last course was unvailable and I added a salad and for dessert had mixed berries with vanilla ice cream.

 

The I went to sleep in a room which on the six floor in the back overlooked the well of the building which made for interesting sound effects and a view of a far off city scape including a large neon billboard glowing green (evnetually late at night it was turned off -hey Times Square are you listening while glistening).  Asleep I had a charged up dream starring the gold medal winning olympic snowboarder Shawn White ( Torino on on my mind).

Then it back to the airport  and the flight which I almost missed (should have gotten a wakeup call but got a good exit row seat this time) .  Lost my press pass left behind in the rom it was George Clooney day at the movies on the plane fell asleep duirng some of Leatherheads but watched Oceans 13 all the way through.

Since coming back this time I saw Tony Roberts at the Amish market in Hells Kitchen while I was sitting having soup and he was passing up the hot buffet and Samuel L. Jackson walking into the premiere of his new movie ” Lakeview Terrace” at Loews 68th street( also walking into the premiere though not on the red carpet but through a side entrance  was the Queens Hospital’s Emergency Room’s own Dr. Peter Ditmars who I knew before he was a physician- I menawhile was only filling up time before a Bikram Yoga class as now I go to the Upper West Side location having become a Midtown refugee)

Day Two Venice

September 14, 2008

Day two in Venice started out quietly Steve Meeks and his wife Manuela came by the appartment where I was staying and I joined them for a visit to the Academia which was across the street.  That morning I was quite lucid and I got a good look at he Bellinis, Titians, Giorgiones, and Carpaccios etceteras ( and especially loved reliving in my head the time I got fifty dollars from the cash girl on the Mark Kostabi public access game show “Name that Painting” where he said fifty dollars for who can tell me where Giorgione’s painting the Tempest (La Tempesta) is and I said the Academia and got the cash after which onetime BBC child star turned art critic Adrian Danatt said that I  had heard it from somebody in the Kostabi version of the peanut gallery and Kostabi by remote satellite ordered the cash girl to give this person fifty dollars too).

After the museum the three of us went around the corner for Crostini and then I returned to the apartment where I ran into the bridegroom.   We went for a walk and on we ran into a boat which would be taking part in the forthcoming once a year Venice regatta taking place that coming Sunday.

I wanted to stay for the regatta but that would not be possible .  After this I saw he exhibition “COMING OF AGE. American Art, 1850s to 1950s ” at the palazzo Peggy Guggenheim solo as the groom had to attend to other business.  The exhibit is a survey of art from the Phillips Academy the only prepatory school in the united States with a museum worthy collection.

The wall text on Alfred Maurer hit me as he had committed suiide after his father’s death and then across was a work by Patrick Henry Bruce and he committed suicide as well.

So much for suicide there were works by George Inness, Frederick Edwin Church, Thomas Eakins, John Singer Seargent (A Venetian favorite), Gerge Bellows , a late John Marin, Stuart Davis, Georgia O’Keefe, and ending with Frank Stella (and a whole other stellar cast). It was well worth the afternoon visit.

Then I went back to the appartment again and found the groom and surveyed some local galleries and he chose a restaurant for dinner.

The part of the dinner I will blog was the part alluded to in the first post for this Venetian sojourn with the discussion of the cheese poodle .  And so with my waking in the morning and making it over to the train with a stop to see the new Santiago Calvatrava bridge this visit to Venice was over and it was off to Milan.

Venice Day One Part Two

September 11, 2008

So the meal at Boccodoro (which was referred to in a NY Times articles “36 hours in Venice”) was superb with several memorable courses (Primi and secondi).  Let’s see there was raw fish and lettuce baby octupi pasta flavored and colored by the squid ink (or ink of the squid don’t get it on you or you might have squid marks).

I was supposed to finish a poem for the bride which was informed by a restarant visit we made on the way from driving her then fiancee now bridesgroom to the airport at which we shared grasshopper salad with salsa con chilli and then later images from NYC and Italy

Grasshoppers are glasshoppers….
had in mass on a salad with salsa
con chile or on
a Bangkok street out from steel trays
some are salted as if farfalle pasta
in and at a lunch buffet
but first as a balloon presentation
on a trenino gratuito in Milano
as if the noise made by an army of cicadas cackling
all of whom are permanent guests of a Red Roof inn
off of I-95 in fringe city Jacksonville, Florida
Who was the stranger?
Who brought the hydrangea?
Haydn conversation about an opera….

The forward facing butterfly
Halfway out of its’ cocoon tries to
Break from its’ chrysalis
Like a female human in a pair of tight fitting jeans
After ingesting two cheeseburgers

It then turns around to
Where other constructions are
hung like dry cleaning
sends out from its’ upper-half
Mandibles and limbs like spikes into a mountain
and tries to ride the ridges of..Another shell with a life inside ……inching outward with this bulwark for support..As another Papillion on another of the hatcherie’s floors
upside down

Tries to  right itself up
(For first flight?)
Pulling its fragile wings over to its side like a silk dress in the cold
attempting to push from its bodies lower half
And swing into a somersault and upright to soar!

the grabber runs out of steam
And appears dead like a frozen alien of long long ago

a keeper, a conservator comes by
And at anothers’ direction
Saves both

black the butterfly icon on the pink awning rides

Its a farfalle better thing that I do now
than I have ever done before

Chandeliers the drunken ballroom the orphic opera house
papillons within the shotgun blazes of high-pitched chroma

I come not to answer questions
or to make any statements

At the insection at the inner-intersection

at the later added on

in the middle of the intercourse

So dinner ended and it was off to sleep other people had more drinks I did not. It seemed that some people really did not want to hear what I had to say so I decided to stop saying it though the brother of the bride is a most intresting chap who even wrote aguide book on Venice (I learned a lot from him), I just kept reading the new book on Marco Polo by Lawrence Bergreen.

 

 

 

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JFK Airport Nyc to Venice and Milan Night one and Day One Part One

September 9, 2008

So I went to Venice for a wedding last week and made a stop in Milan (Milano).   I boarded the plane at JFK and on the way over had a very uncomfortable seat in the bulkhead exit row by the window.  I fell asleep during my second ever viewing of “Kung Fu Panda” but saw the entirety of “School Rocks” (Scuola di Rocko -it was Jack Black day at the inflight movies}.

Actually the flight landed in Milan and this blogger  had to make it to the central train station there and then catch a train to Venice and then a vaporetto from piazza ferrovia  to  the Academia  and then to walk over to Rio Terra across from the famed art museum where he met the groom’s party and then we all walked over to the Scuola del Carmini where the wedding was to be held.

Outside of the scuola in the Piazza Magherita there was an open air flea market.   I spied an earthenware cameo inspired Italian pottery dish.  I wanted to buy it not knowing whether to purchase it for my mother or the bride.  I had about a hundred euros on my person and an ex Peter Gatien security official who also worked once worked for a government agency wanted to borrow some money for another item leaving this blogger with just enough to acquire the green and red dish.

The wedding itself was something and the bride wore a four thousand dollar Carolina Herrera strapless cream dress with mirrored glass sewn into the fabric right at the breast line.

Outside when it was time to throw the meal ingrediant this blogger made mention to toss it softly and to say this was Condoleeza rice (rice through with sweetness because that’s what the current secretary of state’s first name means in Italian with sweetness).  This was worth a brief laugh and the boquet was thrown and caught by an English woman and freind of the bride who was suposedly the next to get married as it was. This lady is a collector of poodlebilia (tangible items dealing with poodles) and sitting around a large out in a piazza the next night with the group having campari coktails this itinerant bloggger Informed them of “the cheese poodle” a large hybrid pooch created by the intercourse of a golden retriever and a giant toy poodle owned by the artist Greg Coates and the curator Kiki Niebaer in Allentown, pennsylvania. { and they made me explain it in detail as if I were insane..like I was talking about a package of dried orange unhealthy snacks in the shape of pompidoured dogs which leak powdery orange granules which stain..uh huh!

Artists Steve Meeks and Tyrome Tripoli had showed up and soon it was off to the wedding dinner at the Venetian hotspot Osteria Boccodoro.  Meanwhile I forgot to mention the brides brother had officiated at the wedding and wore a long sleeved black shirt from Pakistan which gave him an exotic flair.

Meanhile in Italy I continued to be wrting my “italian Hotel Shopping Mall Poem” which can be read in its’ current entirety right here…

The Italian Shopping Mall Poem

 

Part one: Hit the Ground Shopping

 

Hit the ground Shopping

In that entrance back to rememberance

Black scatter pattern stenciled in

All of the unseen movements of in and out through the heart of black

Legions marched trough petri dishes

Though the same motion of the same line the multitudes unseen and reformatted

All the time

 

Sure I should not have said to “shut up”

That was hurtful and if it was said to me as I said to you as it was said to me in my youth

It would boomerang and did

 

“On a holiday provided for by those in a family who are senior in both age and monetary wherewithal to those whom they have taken with the voyage where the paradox is as one allows for the enjoyment of the others one has provided for the provider may feel at the time that their earnings converted into the leisure time of others gained at their expense whilst the whole point of the journey to begin with was for all who took it to become relaxed”

 

Such words come as feelings are remembered

The bus trip is never taken to the

Discount outlets and malls

First told about in a dark bar never talked about

Sectored off from this reality

Return and shop

Dark love in a dissappearance

Not far from the Piazza Della Signoria

Dark love in a dark bar

Still the boyish ones show up

All devices up and at them

All systems go

Faces flash silver against black

Off like quick silver photographs

Dark lust in a dark bar

The dark cages all around I come again

And again and again and again

 

Return off of the same hop?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Two: the Hotel Shopping Mall Poem

 

The hotel shopping mall poem balloons

Once there was a balloon of a hotel named lunacy

With a Venetian scene over the establishment’s

Insignia crown- overhead

 

Over to the left

Is the mall once grid façaded

Of dark green olive under white

Though now by gating over-cast

 

On an overcast day replete

With horses; show jumping equestrians, bric-a-brac vendors

Boy and girl scouts, sun-glassed bus drivers, cyber simulcasters,

Local citizens, and baristas

 

Once there was a pink hotel’s shopping mall poem balloon

Overhead

Traveling the via the buildings are scarred

Some distressed garbage and recycling bunkers have suffered catastrophic damage

And bands of overjoyed teenagers make noise on the bus

 

Now a search on modes of motor transport

And attendant sensation

Colors lead the field in optical navigation

Diamonds on markers, directionals, gates

Segues of hues like in peppers or pimento on pizza

Red- yellow –orange- red

 

This poem would go anywhere to break the grid and has

 

Then over to the left

A proud male swan

With a banding of night mask

Surging forth

Pushed forward under its own sail like a sea horse

 

The young man wore the Gucci belt with double G’s

To hold up his pants up against his lithe frame

 

Red magenta flurry

And an Andrea Mantegna seen in a hurry

Up the steps with haberdashery

And then one raspberry sorbet colored small house stands alone

In the midst of a parking lot

A sprawling tree blossoming pink and red morphs

And extends above a cherry tomato lawnmower

Behind which is the textural side of the raspberry structure sorbet

And below all around comes a yellow traffic perimeter

And behind that still a field of bright blue

A bright blue field

 

After all that we are back in the parking lot

 

Bright pink neon illuminates the hotel de balloonacy

Balloonacy d’hotel

 

Gardens with large trees- open- welcoming in the summer months

Are atop the hotel of a balloon

The three pointed crown

Is the insignia of the balloon for the hotel

 

Free form further down

An addition

A new arcade mortared over the space besides some stores

To present a pleasant angel for and during your passiegiata

 

All of the window displays speak to me now

Actors and actresses players step onto this stage

Red from a traffic light colors the leaves on a tree

 

On come the over the street lights

As passes a black clad band of youths with dogs

A young man previously on his cell phone paces within a small range while smoking

 

Satellite dishes and other signal receiving devices

Atop the balloon of a hotel- the hotel of a balloon

Amidst the gardens

 

A split level mini-mall in Sienna

A top level leading to a street above

And street-side lower to another street below

 

A supermarket duplex is among others stores within

 

Further into Sienna the Piazza Del Palio

Inspirations the race is for such mega-mall the novel attractions

As-

Torre- The Trunk Show where an a animatronic elephant head whose trunk on a column

Sprays high pressure water jets

Lecondo- Unicorn on the Cob

And the porcupina colada

Where though a rotund man did needle the poet so often as to become il porcupino himself

 

I go walking away down the avenue

Out the from door of the motorbike store

Away from the train-station

And towards the hotel shopping mall poem

In a leather racing suit

Past distressed plastic garbage bunkers

Having sustained catastrophic damage

In An egg yolk explosion

And torn away burned to the nowhere combustion

In a leather motorbike racing-suit I go walking away yellow-black on fire

Next to green

 

 

Part Three;

Milano; Torino, and the Olympiad

“The Show Must Go Home”

A Spaghetti Best Western

 

 

The outlet mall

outlets in the mall

outlets on the wall in the mall

outlets in the hall

what is an outlet mall?

endless space allotted to light sockets?

a giant whole in the wall?

 

In-Café television

machines of indeterminate usage

in the light of back and forth intermittent illumination

otherwise know as slot machines

 

THE COVER BAND WILL NOW ASSASINATE THE DOORS

AND THEN MAKE ITS WAY FOR THE WINDOWS

 

Here comes the downhill muggers

 

Look at the Russian family all decked out in red and white nationalist gear

 

Where are they from?

They are from Powerade

The Gatorade stand-in

always found in the nearest commercial beverage locker

 

Presidential- Press credentials

Press Credentials- Presidential

“The Show Must Go Home”

 

I am off of the chocolate train

trenino gratuito

and back on the street

got my pen and my notebook

got no one to meet

though the balloon was blown into farfalle

and I am off the chocolate train

trenino gratuito

only to run into farfalle

at a shogun’s palace Sheraton at the crossroads

soon again

 

Here it is again

like walking through another

dreamscape

abandonded

in replicate

not totally;

obstacled

and chandeliered-

Cowhide

so many players

on the chessboard

obstacles

after all its’ just a furniture store

and not in Hong Kong

 

In the plaza/piazza

where street lights would be street lights

weren’t that they were in the inner courtyard

and that dream will resume

is never garunteed

 

High on frequent flier miles

alone in a Best Western hotel room

he watched the Olympiad on Italian television

 

Infernal McDonalds’
where it is not alright

to put up your elbows

and even in the slightest begin to doze

but it is alright to smoke

 

He watched the Olympics on television

alone high on frequent flier miles

in a Best Western hotel near the Duomo

with a breakfast buffet on the roof

 

Infernal McDonald’s

back at the infernal McDonald’s

a man in a black jacket with a golden gecko silk-screened onto

back in line from the point of purchase

remonstrating to his girlfriend

over and over

this man an Italian man

causes a security gaurd of African origins

in suit and a tie a golden stud earing in one ear and a shaved shiny brown scalp

to come over to him

this agent of fast food decorum enforcement says” tranquile” to him

as has the announcing official at the starting gate of Sienna’s infamous palio

to the pile-up of horses

{the guy lowers his voice and lessens his performance to several smaller outbursts

to the great embarassmento of his girlfreind who though never really revolts}

 

Now when it is his turn

to order the McDonalds employee at the register

in orange and white

is seamless and gets the previously loud mouth’s order right

 

Never one not to take one more turn

I sip water in a land of fire

at the corner alla scala

the flames are exploding

in the interior of an interior

off of the double decker

have I not seen such a scene of circumnavigation

‘inside the circle unsquared

or the triangle inside the circle unsquared

or is it a scene form a Italian restaurant

inside a scene from the italian shopping mall poem

He cannot decide

 

four corner turn burn

salon de octagon

 

“Persona non grata”

the film plays at the end

of the church cinema

two large flowers to the side

of the ticket takers booth

not enclosed by glass

petals of cherry vanilla

stalks in water- bulbs removed

trolleys course by

mopeds race round corners

from streets unseen

 

Downtown Niketown

Hannbal Lechter’s housewares

A Spaghetti Best Western

 

Drooping strands of poly resin poly chromatic sculpture

atop a converted mini-palazzo a spaghetti Best–Western of course

 

 

 

He watched the Olympics on television

alone high on frequent flier miles

in a best western hotel room near the duomo

with a breakfast buffet on the roof

after being directed to Florence by his son

 

the adrenaline of being with gods in expensive ski wear tighly packed in  and fans screaming nationalist cheers and slinging cowbells attached to their bodies by metal structures as if by train tracks

manual flush port-a-johns

the half pip a backup singer for Gladys Knight split down the middle

the half pipe a snowboarding event

manual flush port a-johns on the streets of Turin

 

watching the Olympics in a best western high on frequent flier miles

a frequent crier smiles

A Spaghetti Best Western

a best western topped by spaghetti

a Spaghetti test pattern

Rosentwist

the long winds

of pasta

the circuitous routes through the alps

the tunnels like corkscrews noodles

sportscars flying through

and sliders on the luge down and around

the stay tuned to the stay tuned cease of operations

Technicolor color shield above psaghetti

in a would be Rosentwist

minus the hair dryer

the torque of the fork

the four prongs of torqued fork motion

forcing the torque from the fork

into winds of linguini

stabbing at tortellini

watching the Olympics in a best western high on frequent flier miles

a frequent crier smiles

A Spaghetti Best Western

a best western topped by spaghetti

a Spaghetti test pattern

a spaghetti test pattern

leather and sauce

 

I am walking back away from it

under sections of the sky constellation segments segmenting

stars and the lines between them

here on the avenues leading up and into the piazzas

heavenly bodies like streelight pearls

towards a palazzo style flat iron decked out with loggia

its paths crisscrossed by a trolley line

I am walking back and away from it back and away form it

here on the streets of Torino

and then again on the streets of New York

 

A Spaghetti Chest western

the Venus de Milo’s torso

rendered in Yves Klein blue

with a Dalian chest of drawers built in

brought out

and inside

plastic figurines playing out the title

financial surrealists take the train

cowboys on horseback shooting after

a toy train with baseball pitchers atop

financial surrealist in the passenger windows

financial surrealists took the train

and surmounting the colored beauties head an downturned mound of polyresinate

spaghetti

It’s a psghetti Chest Western

and everbody is invited inside

 

Spaghetti test pattern

in a spaghetti breast western
the chest drawers are open and everybody is invited in

lobsters and leather –leather and sauce

a new furry lobster

found in Indonesia

in the waters off Indonesia

a furry langosto

 

A spaghetti breast western

the chest drawers are open

the woman in purple she is in Yves Klein blue

she has golden hair a wig

and then black and white stripes ala Michael Keaton

in “Beetlejuice”

 

Metal toy partners saddle up to draw

at high noon in this best spaghetti western

painters who worship chroma

come out of their coma

packing pistols

in this videodroma

French kissters look on

the surrealist reality group is right nearby

like a sidearm

the charterhouse of parmesan

all the onlookers including this narrator

and hanging around

hanging out

and hanging on

 

 

the Last sufferer

the last supper

the last supperer

who should we cast as the painter

and as Christ and as pilot

and mary magdelene in the shadows

after we come down off our DaVinci cloud

should it be like pop painters like English or Kostabi

and the final meal should be placed

in the infernal McDonald’s

in Milano’s galleria

what is on the table spread fury langosto

and the venus demilo with spaghetti hair

on the lobster phone

 

inner perimeter café casa Armani

trussardi alla scala
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

while the orange city streetcar winds it way clockwise a few blocks away

the blue shirted waitstaff

serve juicy red cocktails and plates of hor d’oeurves

as a video shower of fire fades into blue water

and the next drink you should order is turquoise

 

Trussardi alla scala

inner perimeter casa Armani cafe

 

the Last sufferer

the last supper

the last supperer

who should we cast as the painter

and as Christ and as pilot

and mary magdelene in the shadows

after we come down off our DaVinci cloud

should it be like pop painters like English or Kostabi

and the final meal should be placed

in the infernal McDonald’s

in Milano’s galleria

what is on the table spread fury langosto

and the venus demilo with spaghetti hair

on the lobster phone

 

inner perimeter casa Armani cafe

Trussardi alla scala

 

In a distinct neighborhood of Milan

a few blocks from the main train station

a small church

a Japanese restaurant which serves sushi platters on boats

black in the night

a movie theater

with an exterior of blue

with colored pennants attached to the walls

on the viale Tunisia

an erotica store with a long legged clerk

maybe she was the owner seen from afar

a studded leather mask in the window

Tiki lounge furniture outside a nightclub

piled up and sometimes used by the homeless

 

In this chest western

the buildings of the ghost town

have painted on carved out breast doors

and at high noon through the dust bowls

a moose walks by

 

If in as in a spaghetti western is to have

Italian food in Western

New York

or for an Italian to have Italian food

in Western New York

Desilu Desilu Desilu

I love I love I love Moosie!

the maid near the maid of the mist

did not make up my bed

before I made it to Niagara the Falls

with water churning as if to have one make in their pants

the maid of the mist

one cannot resist

Italians in Western New York

 

dine in the Italian Fisherman

near where the fishermen fish

 

back flips by cartwheeling clowns at the closing ceremonies of the winter Olympics

this is on Sunday and carnevale starts on Tuesday

release the ducks

the celebration was more tempered last year in your dreams

as they switched to a German

things are bound to be more festive this time

 

 

Late in the evening

at the self-watering mammary gland

near a Banca Intesa branch

late in the evening

at a self-watering

terrazzo mammary gland

across from the café in the Giardinii

between brightly colored buildings

the hue of Frutti Di Bosco

gelato

 

Mangia con telefono

Mangia prosciutto con telefono

una telefono torta con proscuitto

Proscuitto finito! telefono! telefono!

 

Oh! Sugar rock candy umbrella

even The pina colada was a debutante once

 

An orange downwards pointing submersible container

on and in active use off

of a giant white and blue

tractor trailer carrying freighter

 

smoke rings of Audi

sailboats are drips of white in the sea

such clean legs

such clean flesh

a smile still beckons a smile

between generations

yet awash

in the dazzle of youth

 

Oh! sugar rock candy

Carmen Miranda in a tinged cream umbrella

even the pina colada was a debutate once

 

How far is the Dalmatian from the toast?

 

A one man noise factory

unwraps his food

while blasting his personal listening device

pushing and pursing his lips for a muscular chew

in the sala di’aspetto

where one sits while one waits for one’s train to pull onto its track

when one sit or sits and reads when one has nothing other to do

 

Mestre laundromat sunburst mural explosion

broken window shattered glass in the night vacancy

in the day overcrowded

 

now we have waited to dine in the seafood restraurant across from the art movie cine

where it is run by three hefty brothers and their mother

and two of the others other then the mother are present tonight

on the wall hangs a group photo and who do you think will bring you your risotto

it will be one of the two brothers who are other- other than their mother

is is down the block with the third right now at home brother

while the poet has mixed grill with a group of seafood lovers

 

Il Vero e Il Falso

the real thing or a fake

yes it a real Fernando Botero

the guard finazia hosts this informative exhibit

so you can tell the difference between a genuine Rolex and the fascimillie

or the same for gucci

Il vero e il falso

and yes it is a real Botero

where does the day go

over to the aqvarium

where hermaphrodite sealife

is on view self impregnaniting egg droppers

and species which die after reproduzione

the real or the fake one

and yes it’s a real Botero

 

tre colori a three color printing offered by a printer in Mestre

tre colori a restaurant with three canopies red, green, and white

on west 47th street in New York

tre colori the three colors of the Italian flag

the boot of Italy is iconic

while the mass of China is not

in a store in mall an optically active wall relief

in the shape of the nation state

and hermaphrodite models

descend down into the sea laying eggs

in the act of reproducition

before tearing each other to death

 

Now we turn to see the designer’s vision

Now we turn to see the designer’s visions

Now we turn to see the designer’s visions

 

Valentino the actor’s funeral was a silent affair

Valentino the courtier’s forty fifth anniversary celebration

of his work in the design sphere was replete with a retrospective

of the dresses he did including a a bevy of mannequins on a staircase

without a balcony on display at the ara pacis in Rome

and in party in Cinese at the Villa Borghese

 

Sitting in a racing suit by dainese

in the outlet mall in Italy

if only for in the meantime imaginarily

fashion discounts at store on the outskirts of major cities

sometimes looking like fascimille villages done up for the red cross

by the concentration camp supervising nazis

 

Processed prosciutto prostituted prosecuted prosciutted

 

The pink rosy swirl of a Venetian chocolate sphere

unscrambled to present not a portrait but a sccene

off of the vaporetto passenger station San Toma

and towards the pensione here to stay all the way upstairs

the meaning in the late evening remained to be disambiguated

this poem could have stayed where as it were in Mestre

where a useless upgrade brought the metal curtain down

on that experience and led to a new suitcase without wheels

and then one with- so it will be off to the chocaltiere in

San Toma ata later date once again

 

A dream about Isabella Rossellini

who is sitting on a television sound stage

talking and I approach her “I know your nephew Tommasso”

I say – I used to work with him (as a tour guide)

his email is trossellini@wesleyan.edu but now he is in Italy

he is your twin sister Ingrid’s son

she is your twin sister

he was hanging with me when she kicked him out

all of this only part did I say

and then I realize that she was inside of a tv screen all the time

 

Lead us into temptation

do lead us into temptation

but not all of the time

 

Pound’s Cantos

Cants Pantos

Cants Poundos

print it on a Pound note

“subtle innuendo’s follow

must be something inside….”

the mall poem

 

 

Cockfosters young men with prominent phallic protusions in pantalone and pantalone di cavali
parade and posture during the mall palio like roosters
they abound in the surround in all that the cock-fosters in the piazza del palio here

 

 

Become an ambassador

of the lifestyle afforded

by the Italian Hotel Shopping Mall Poen

where there are cameo appearances

and appearances by cameos

 

A woman in purpling pink

atop the white field of a sun dress

has donned ornamental Bvglvari sunglasses

and a necklace in the shape of a small lantern which is colored dark metallic pink

with baubles set inside purple and burgundy red

a deep purple rock atop a ring upon her finger

and a gold and diamond bracelet clasp

featuring lions or dragons upon her wrist

gets on the train in Venezia Santa Lucia

and departs (partenze) in Vincenza

 

I did something in Venice

I did something else

 

It rings to Abba’s Mama Mia

the downloadable ring-tone for the cell-phone

into the whole song but not for long

the woman opens up the flip-phone

and says “Mama” with emphasis right after

the last heard “Mama Mia” from the song

now we realize it might only ring mama mia

when mama is the caller

and the caller id might read with her phone number

as on comes the song

 

Engrosso

Haydn concert in the Galleria

the reflecticve disk overhead

Mozart

“That Fuller Guys” tetrahedron

Robert Indiana’s “Nonending nonagon”

upon the field of a Missoni silk sweater

a polygonal

as if hurled palio flags coming back round together

into a shield

at the breast plate and the abdomen

of a fashionable man

 

ov olives evolve

love ottagano

Bocce bowling for balls

Take an object and project

a plastic object

bought not necessarily but perhaps in a set

A Dainese racing leather clad motorcycle race

a bright night light hooked into an outlet

is an object which projects

 

The Spaghetti Museum of Fine Pasta

the knife engaged with the fork

the fork engaged with the knife

in a pas de deux

with the polyresinous noodles

uprising

corten steel tortellini

and later Rosentwists

 

Our brand new roof Gorgon is now open!

no,

Gabriella does not want to go shopping (with you (me)) in Italy

This poem is not a consumate well-studied phony

Though you can study well being a phony

there is the real thing and there is the phoney

which might leave you outside in the rain screaming forgery

on course but what are you doing outside in the rain

pondering il vero e il falso

il natura di Fraudolenti

outside in the rain