Roses, near Castelvetrano


sometimes I hear you playing the piano
the clear notes in the air like voices
the colors clear as a vase of Sicilian roses
for true, it's not an illusion
I know
its not as in a dream
for in a dream I know
the humming notes in the air are
not roses
but echoes begging
vanishing

no, when I hear your piano notes
out of the Yamaha
with the phones plugged in
the phones encasing your ears
I know what you play

even if I am rooms away
I know
Sicilian roses

22.06.11

 

The eternal agave.


Sicily must be the best place in the world for this plant to grow. While we were drinking morning coffee on the verandah of our cabin, Mancuso went after one of these things with a chainsaw. Mancuso is not his real name. My reason for protecting his anonymity will become clear as the story develops. I chose Mancuso in homage to John Kennedy Toole, author of A Confederacy of Dunces, which features a hapless undercover policeman of Sicilian extraction by that name. Be that as it may, we did see plants like this everywhere, and in such thick profusion in some places that they had quite taken over and appeared capable of holding off even the most determined bulldozer.

One of the first things that we wanted to do was take a walk down to the sea, which was less than a kilometer away. An easy stroll down a country lane, right? Wrong. Direct access to the sea was not, we quickly figured out, ever an option on Sicily. Mancuso, in fact, insisted on drawing us a map of how to negotiate the crisscrossing paths and roads all around his fenced compound. At first Mancuso's insistence caused us to wonder if the outing we had in mind might be more complicated than we had anticipated. Isn't a walk down deserted farm roads pretty simple? Mancuso swore that it was. You get lost, Just refer to the map.

In the region where we were spending our first days on Sicily, the west coast, farmland can be cultivated right down to the strip of coarse sand and agave thickets that border the sea. With a pair of sharp binoculars, you might even be able to see Tunisia or Libya (well, if you had a tall enough ladder).