drama-central, italy
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fictionali knew i didn't want to go out dancing last night.
i just wanted to stay home and read my book, and gaze out my window at the well fountain in the courtyard and eat fresh pears. but i thought about writing that in here, and realised that everyone would yell at me.
"what do you mean, you stayed home and read your book?! You're in ROME!!!!"
so, i allowed myself to be pursuaded and went out.
that was my first mistake.
everyone was totally drunk, but i didn't indulge (we had a baroque walking tour ass early this morning, and i couldn't think of anything worse than being hungover for it.)
we got the club, all dressed up, and of course there was practically no one in it, so everyone else drank some more, and got stupid and stubborn, and extremely belligerent, and it was all kinds of bad.
DRAAAAAAMAAAA. ack, can't even escape it in a foreign country.
everything's fine again now, fortunately, but it was the longest night ever.
yesterday we saw the keats-shelley house by the Spanish steps, and that was intense. it's beautifully preserved, even to the daisies on the ceiling of the room that Keats died in, with letters and paraphernalia from Byron, Percy and Mary shelley, Keats and other romantics. being in the heart of english language rome, hearing the rhythms of english as frequently as italian was a little strange. it made me think of how much i want to be a part of a great community somewhere, of writers or other artists, and deform the world around me so i fit into it. at least on some days.
the baroque tour this morning was incredible. the prof. who led it had a voice like silk, and he spun stories of architecture and famous sculptors all around the Quirinaline hill. we walked through Bernini and Borromini churches, and he told us of their rivalry, and Borromini's suicide. He ran a sword through himself, and then as he lay dying dictated a document detailing exactly how he decided to do it, for posterity.
rational madness, now that i can relate to.
i just wanted to stay home and read my book, and gaze out my window at the well fountain in the courtyard and eat fresh pears. but i thought about writing that in here, and realised that everyone would yell at me.
"what do you mean, you stayed home and read your book?! You're in ROME!!!!"
so, i allowed myself to be pursuaded and went out.
that was my first mistake.
everyone was totally drunk, but i didn't indulge (we had a baroque walking tour ass early this morning, and i couldn't think of anything worse than being hungover for it.)
we got the club, all dressed up, and of course there was practically no one in it, so everyone else drank some more, and got stupid and stubborn, and extremely belligerent, and it was all kinds of bad.
DRAAAAAAMAAAA. ack, can't even escape it in a foreign country.
everything's fine again now, fortunately, but it was the longest night ever.
yesterday we saw the keats-shelley house by the Spanish steps, and that was intense. it's beautifully preserved, even to the daisies on the ceiling of the room that Keats died in, with letters and paraphernalia from Byron, Percy and Mary shelley, Keats and other romantics. being in the heart of english language rome, hearing the rhythms of english as frequently as italian was a little strange. it made me think of how much i want to be a part of a great community somewhere, of writers or other artists, and deform the world around me so i fit into it. at least on some days.
the baroque tour this morning was incredible. the prof. who led it had a voice like silk, and he spun stories of architecture and famous sculptors all around the Quirinaline hill. we walked through Bernini and Borromini churches, and he told us of their rivalry, and Borromini's suicide. He ran a sword through himself, and then as he lay dying dictated a document detailing exactly how he decided to do it, for posterity.
rational madness, now that i can relate to.
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Date: 2002-05-31 10:30 am (UTC)oh, bellisima, you are not good for my bank account...
i crave italy now.
i *crave* it.
well...
Date: 2002-06-03 04:52 am (UTC)*grin*