Tourists Moved Over The Piazza

A Plane Is A Bad Place For An All-out Sleep, But A Good Place To Begin Rest And Recovery From The Trip To The Faraway Places You've Been, A Decompression Chamber Between Here And There. Though A Plane Is Not The Ideal Place Really To Think, To Reassess Or Reevaluate Things, It Is A Great Place To Have The Illusion Of Doing So, And Often The Illusion Will Suffice.

Rome's Riches Are In Too Immediate Juxtaposition. Under The Lid Of Awful August Heat, One Moves Dizzily From Church To Palace To Fountain To Ruin, A Single Fly At A Banquet, Not Knowing Where To Light.

Mind And Body Are Not To Be Taken Lightly. Their Connection Is Intimate And Mysterious, And Better Mapped By Poets Than Pornographers.

Trying To Squash A Rumor Is Like Trying To Unring A Bell.

The Law Changes And Flows Like Water, And . . . The Stream Of Women's Rights Law Has Become A Sudden Rushing Torrent.