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The New Yorker
Signing Ceremony
By Clive James
Dec. 1/08
| Quote: | Signing Ceremony
Hotel Timeo, Taormina
The lilac peak of Etna dribbles pink,
Visibly seething in the politest way.
The shallow vodka cocktails that we sink
Here on the terrace at the close of day
Are spreading numb delight as they go down.
Their syrup mirrors the way lava flows:
It’s just a show, it might take over town,
Sometimes the Cyclops, from his foxhole, throws
Rocks at Ulysses. But regard the lake
Of moonlight on the water, stretching east
Almost to Italy. The love we make
Tonight might be our last, but this, at least,
Is one romantic setting, am I right?
Cypresses draped in bougainvillea,
The massed petunias, the soft, warm night,
That streak of candy floss. And you, my star,
Still walking the stone alleys with the grace
Of forty years ago. Don’t laugh at me
For saying dumb things. Just look at this place.
Time was more friend to us than enemy,
And soon enough this backdrop will go dark
Again. The spill of neon cream will cool,
The crater waiting years for the next spark
Of inspiration, since the only rule
Governing history is that it goes on:
There is no rhythm of events, they just
Succeed each other. Soon, we will be gone,
And that volcano, if and when it must,
Will flood the slope with lip gloss brought to boil
For other lovers who come here to spend
One last, late, slap-up week in suntan oil,
Their years together winding to an end.
With any luck, they’ll see what we have seen:
Not just the picture postcard, but the splash
Of fire, and know this flowering soil has been
Made rich by an inheritance of ash.
Only because it’s violent to the core
The world grows gardens. Out of earth we came,
To earth we shall return. But first, one more
Of these, delicious echoes of the flame
That drives the long life all should have, yet few
Are granted as we were. It wasn’t fair?
Of course it wasn’t. But which of us knew,
To start with, that the other would be there,
One step away, for all the time it took
To come this far and see a mountain cry
Hot tears, as if our names, signed in the book
Of marriage, were still burning in the sky?
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From Omens and Lucky Charms:
COUNTRY LIFE
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The laws of decency
Town mouse JF
March 6/08
| Quote: | | ... In Italy this week, a law has been passed to prevent men scratching their crotches in public. The Court of Appeal maintains that scratching or holding is 'an act contrary to decorum and public decency'. Well, I won't argue with that. The problem, for the superstitious Italians at least, is that they hold their private parts when they see a hearse or as a safeguard against bad luck - much as we might touch wood. However, it would be a hard law to protest against, wouldn't it? I don't think even the liberal lotharios of Milan could stomach a march of thousands demanding the right to hold their crotches in public. But is it right to outlaw a superstition? ... (-- p. 73) |
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