Loss keeps on growing
Dec. 8th, 2012 09:30 pmOne result of the death of my best friend Franco is that I lose his share in Rome. Ever since I was eighteen, going to Rome or staying in Rome (when I was in Britain, or in the Army) meant going to be with him, talk with him, watch him draw. And I now realize that this was the most lively, the most alive part of my experience of Rome (I am not a Roman, after all). With Franco gone - and other friends gone before him - I have nothing in Rome except my family. I no longer have a link to the place as such. Without him, it's just a place - and without his voice, an unbearably lonely and silent one.
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Date: 2012-12-09 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-09 10:52 pm (UTC)I actually thought you were a Roman. Were you born and raised elsewhere in Italy ?
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Date: 2012-12-10 05:04 am (UTC)Are you a Lombard?
Date: 2012-12-10 09:21 am (UTC)Re: Are you a Lombard?
Date: 2012-12-10 09:28 am (UTC)Re: Are you a Lombard?
Date: 2012-12-10 10:38 am (UTC)I remember that one essay on scientific creativity (may have been DeRopp's Prometheans) gave a him a great deal of credit for promoting embryonic agricultural research, notably silk culture and grain and livestock breeding.
And now I find I want some polenta (see also pulse, pollen).