Sep
02
Road just below Barga still closed
The road below Barga from Ponte di Campia has been under repair since the start of last month and has been closed to traffic during the night but recent work on the new bridge being built has meant that the road has now been totally closed to traffic. Continue reading ‘Road just below Barga still closed’
Sep
01
Conversation with Aldo Gonzales Rojas
“When you sow maize, throw four seeds at a time: one for the wild animals, another for people with a taste for what’s not theirs, another for festival days and another for the family. Maize is not a business but food for survival, our sustenance and our happiness. When we plant it we bless it to ask for a good harvest for all. Continue reading ‘Conversation with Aldo Gonzales Rojas’
Aug
31
Silvano Togneri Prize 2008
One of the most vital parts of Barga Jazz Festival which finished this week was not to be found in the piazzas or as part of the concerts in the Teatro dei Differenti but during the late night jam sessions that took place each evening at the Enojazz Club. Continue reading ‘Silvano Togneri Prize 2008′
Aug
30
Barga Jazz Festival 2008 - Final Concert
The month long Jazz extrava - ganza known as the Barga Jazz Festival came to its climax this weekend in Barga with the final concert in the Teatro dei Differenti where in front of a large and enthusiastic audience, the jazz composers and musicians who had entered for the Barga Jazz Festival 2008 put their music in the very capable hands of Bruno Tommaso and the BargaJazz Orchestra. Continue reading ‘Barga Jazz Festival 2008 - Final Concert’
Sep
02
The Reckoning
Assiduously avoiding all signs of fall
I am savoring every flavor
Of this most beautiful summer
Hoarding the treasure like a thief
Figs bursting like a jewel box
Amethyst plums in my pockets
Like a party crasher
I devour everything at the banquet
Warm ruby ripe tomatoes basil and balsamic
Salty emerald pesto strands slipping through my lips
I smile at the invited guests
A sweet topaz corn kernel dangling from my chin
The juice of jade tarragon chicken drips through my fingers
Ignoring the signs of fall and failing
I look over my shoulder for the reckoning
And feel the chill from an open door