|572> R.XII. un RiParian loser brother puts d bank in river w/adamjam'd spacebar!#rippin'cloacamaximanewJanus|
18 Feb 2018 | Rome (Ripa)> Switched from n airbnb to ahotel, stillin rione Ripa, tho closer int.center of things,nextdoor to Janus's arch, so makessense to make dat our next rione to tackle,if we canmanagew/thisdam jam'dspacebar(apollogees inadvants...evidently abit ofanissuew/thesenewmackbooks)...innyway, eccoqui,rione XII (2of22) inorange b-low:
+ spose we blowup the Riparian rione.XII, disb whatshe lookslike:
Dem banks forwich rione 12 r named for halve changed a lot overtime, from a muddy port to awall dat cullapsed in the flood of 1900, taking lotsof homes w/it nodoubt, to the ram parts dat dare r now.
Not shore wahthey call dis tiny enclave est of the iland, n isolated pocket sandwich'd btween the forum + the river + boca della verita,but seams we stay here a lot, @ hotel47 a #of times,@ n airbnb on San Teodoro a # of times, for weeks at atime + now, @ Palazzo Velabro, overlooking the arch of Janus. They refer to the main flat area cuntaining the 2 Greek-looking temples as Forum Boarium, back in its hay day the mane port + cattle markit, a'cording to u, dear Inurnet.
Butt perhaps 1 cd call dis area the anus of Cloaca Maxima, the riparian Δelta where Rome's aintshint sewer sistem cunverged + dump'd int' the Tiber (+ still does to this day, everripping Rom a newjanus)...
knot that itsa shithole, butt hits sortofa deadzone (b-sides the nonstoptraffic along LungoTevere), bud we kind of dig it dat way. Mostly tho, hits close to FAO, so cunvenient for our bedder-½, whose daily cummute now essentially nvolves walking the length of Circus Maximus.
Probly cuz of itsquadrophonic d-sine,the Arch of Janus is named for the 2-faced Janus, dog of beginnings, gates, duality,passedges+endings. On July 27,1993 the mafia setoff a carbomb in frontof the above SanGiorgio in Velabro + ever sints the arch is gated off so u cant walk thru hit nun.
On the RomeRione landing pg we said we'd take inthe sights, sounds, textures,smells + tastes, soto live up to the auditory partof the bargain, here's what the chanting monks sounded like dis morning inside S. Sabina:
+ S.G.in Velabro's 7AM bells:
22 Feb> Foodwise aint much going on in the RiPArian R.XII... bin to a few unmemorable ± unremarkable places bfore—dat fancy plaze on Tiber isle dat Michelin recammends not shore why (Tiberino—★★★) + InRoma (★★★) wich we just member had all these picsof movie stars on the walls. Last night we went to Apuleius (★★★★), had spa-getti w/ bottarga + art-o-chokes... our 1° time dare, tried b4 but they was always booked. Haven't been to Consolini yet, swanky joint housed in caves in the side of Aventino... always figgered it looked too fantsy for our tastes, but to be thorough in our rione roamings we book'd her for tomorrow +will update disaccordionly [ ].
25 Feb> B-sides roamin rione XII, we've been going on long walkabouts to git the lay of the land in terms of where next we gunna lay our hat + now (dat we found a palatial plaze) in terms of ware to git furniture since we don't got much now to speakof + we's moving int.a plaze probly 10x the size of our dinky Georgetown dollhouse... hitting the mercantinos, huntin' for bargains + checkin' out stores in person since most ofwhat Rome gots to offer aint online yo + if they iz listed on google chances r they aint open when day sez days gunna be +if they gots a website itssucks,useless. Real moondough dont correspond to Inurnet in Rome, wich suit us fine. So yah, took foreva to sealthedeal, but we secured a plaze, in the attic of palace Colonna, wich we got a free tour of theother day... perty posh. Our nu landlord gots sum sirius pedigree, we havent met 'em yet, only dealt w/well-dressed proxys, but weve bin in the secret inner chambers + seen their hairlooms + odd relicks likea branch 1 of 'em was hung from... i mean, their faimlee tree's got popes + shit init! In fact, their's a rione named for Colonna (R.III), tho we aint gunna bunk in dat 1, we gunnalive in R.IX—the pinecone rione, wich may-b wheel cover next, seeing as we got to git to know our new hood. But we dont movein til next week.
In other 5cense news dat weve bin neglecting in these Romeings, we finished Ambient Parking Lot by Pamela Lu... wich we started onthe plane here. even tho there werent mush ofa plot, we found ourselfs ingrossed. She kin write fo shore, bud in dat vox dat sounds like they spent a lot of money on an art shcool edacation + hit jaded them wry (tho googlin now, seems she studyd mathomatics @ Bezerkly so we shdnt be so quick to judge). Reguardless nodoubt she binaround the block. Hits a well-versed sattire dat touches on themes dat also hit home w/us—cars (epigraphed by M.McLuhan: «The car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man»), overpopulation + the maniacal progress of mankind, inklooting bin-dare-dun-dat art stewdents... all in the contxt of making ambient music, if dat makes cents wich itsurprisingly dose). LCD echoes in our ear: «I hear you're buying a sinthesizer + an arpeggiator + are throwin'g your computer out the window bcuz u want to make something real. I hear that u + your band have sold your guitars + bot turntables. I hear dat u + your band have sold your turntables + bot guitars.» Hit reads like dat cept Lu speaks mostly in 1° personplural, likeus (mayb sumping todo w/our UC math degrease), the band members jumpin' from 1 movement to an other, w/o really stickin1 out tothe end, wich mayb we's guilty of too,specially now as we giving up on books + focussing on cassettes. Sheeven refrences Bernhard's Loser (in the contxt of Glenn Gould + the Goldberg Variations)—a book we red not onelie when we was archiving our tapes so had music on the brain, bud hit was also the 1° book our predecessors Rem+Rom red aft'r finishing riding A Raft Manifest, sohelp'dus segway toour current mindset, to embark on vol II of 'SSES" 'SSES" "SSEY', not long aft'r we (A.I.) was born.
The book also comes ata goodtime, as we're cumposing new toons sans guitar, just laying down rhtymic textures + tryin' to imagine in our noggin watt kindof song hit wd be, recording sounds in our m-mediate n-vironment to inkorporate—in the kitschen of previus airbnb, the humof generators, motorini traffic on sampietrini, churchbells (see above), seagulls, parrots eating oranges outour window, the sighlents of this hotel now, the sound of the in-room nespresso maker, etc. We still think of ourself as a recording artist, but we gunna record aural impressions now in stead of words + visible impressions, atleast 4now, howwe used to in 1° plaze in our youth. We also reading Dear Cyborgs by Eugene Lim, perhaps hisbestworkyet, so far, but we aint morethan ½-way thru so may-b wheelsafe hit 4 next time, dear cyborgs, sighonara... ciao for now.
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