Frank Corcoran

irish composer

SPEED BONNIE VAPORETTO

Yes, a quick weekend in Venezia still heals my soul ( – I hate tourism, folk-lore, the filthy tide modern ) . Down from 200,000 to a mere fifty thousand this intrepid, water Volk, these Veneti, grand. I suppose it´s our constant nearness to the lagoon water under the bed, under the kitchen-sink, those intrepid boatsmen choreographers, kinetic art over and above all the 20th. c. galleries high-pokered, Venice as a Villanova village on evolving stilts, a world-power wading in Byzantine , Greek, Jeruslem blood.

Posted under: Italy

Tagged as:

Comments are closed.