Reverse gears grind as the vaporetto captain shows us a trick or two at the shivering landing-place, San Stae. Under
me the watery abyss , yet only two and a half metres deep. Still, deep enough in this driving rain to …. It is
his use of the reverse that is so showy, how to , yes, glide out again from those planks and into the full flow of
our Canale Grande, planks and light rotting. At this year’s Biennale it is ” Art without the ” F” , I consider, as
this sun sets in weary wateriness. Contemporary music Biennale Concerts ( October coming up; I will not be here )
is for years now is in fast hands. Tomorrow this September drizzle will stop in the morning and a Ruskin / Turner sun will be up
and running . Venice needs good socks, good eyes. My ears remain . The odd king-fisher prowls.