This Week, July 6 to 12, 2015, in Montalcino, Italy

This week of the FAVIT, our tour guide is Alex Josephy, who is escorting us around Montalcino, in Tuscany.  Montalcino is a beautiful hill town, dating back to the time of the Etruscans. It is near Siena, Firenze and Pisa.  You could perhaps visit all three in a single day’s drive, but each town has so much to see, and the breath-taking views alone will keep you there for longer.  i don’t recall whether we passed through Montalcino on our drive from Firenze to Rome, but we did drive through the countryside, and it was a lovely drive.  Today, I revisited Tuscany by way of the Found Poetry Frontier’s virtual journey, and courtesy of Alex Josephy’s welcoming post, A Week in July in Montalcino.

First up:

Montalcino is Always Beautiful

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Montalcino is Always Beautiful

Look north towards Siena or
east over Val D’Orcia, countryside
punctuated by lunar rock and clay
between hills, fields and vineyards.
Westward the swamps and the Tyrrhenian Sea,
visible on a clear day.

Montalcino, ‘mountain of the sacred wood’—

Just off the Piazza del Popolo, every other shop
sells Brunello. Each has a unique story to tell.
The vines play Mozart day and night in the vineyards.
Olive oil and honey collect bees in an apricot tree.

Walk the main piazza. You notice
small groups of older citadini and contadini,
marks of history on their faces, and in their eyes
light, and the Montalcino sparkle.

A happier kind of singing.

 

Carol A. Stephen
Source: Alex Josephy’s A Week in July in Montalcino

After that, I thought a little shopping trip might be in order, and Alex had suggested some wonderful shops.  First, though, I needed a list:

 

Shopping List, Montalcino

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Shopping List, Montalcino

On Friday:
Buy Brunello at the Enoteca
also shop for Tuscan cheese,
chocolate and tomato sauce.

Food, clothes and simple kitchenware.
Some fresh vegetables.
Pecorino cheese from the Val d’Orcia.
The bakery Lambardi for unsalted Tuscan bread,
freshly made pasta. And the fantastic grissini.

(Bring a big bag for sweets at Pasticceria Mariuccia
Bar l’Angolo: stock up on prosciutto and salami. )

Italian textiles and table linen from Busatti.
A selection of Florentine straw hats,
perfumes: Etro, Acqua di Parma.
And the famous soaps, creams and candles
of Florence’s Santa Maria Novella.

Farmacia, if Brunello left you a searing headache.
Last but not least, you forgot toothpaste.

 Carol A. Stephen
Source: Map It Out, Shopping in Montalcino 

Next, I found myself intrigued by the centuries-old fortress, overlooking the Montalcino from high atop the hill. I took the word.camera along so I could capture the thousand words this picture held:

Fortezza Montalcino

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Fortezza Montalcino

Never a tomb, an ancient, a panoramic.
The ancient, an ancient thing, the panoramic
translates to panorámico. A dwelling and a cemetery:
it associates with sepulchre. Of course, it is right
for bury dead. It is never a moving out.
Finally, a military. It echoes army, people obey.
A parapet, a town, and a house. The parapet recalls wall.
The town the house, the parapet. It translates to parapeito.

Whenever, a wall and a building, the wall is requisite, and the building
a past tense of build. It is a structure that, having a roof and walls,
stands more or less permanently in one place.
It constitutes one room or many.
Always, the wall vertical, parallel layers of material one on top of another.
An interior passage onto which rooms open.
Religion retains ceremony. Frequently, it elicits like.
However, it can pain those who think.
It echoes, it constitutes a faith

To illustrate: a fortress, an outdoors, and a castle.
The outdoors is never an indoors, and the castle is big.
Nevertheless, the fortress amounts to a musical work.
It educes. It encompasses
Doubtedly, a fortification and a travel:
the fortification comes from the art of strengthening
and the travel demands a taking bus from a person who changes location.
It causes an exhilarate. It precipitates helping.

Otherwise it involves a taking bus.
In conclusion, the fortification elicits a defensive structure of walls,
mounds built around a stronghold to strengthen it.
A tower is an archetype of father as protector avenger.
On the contrary, a nobody and an architecture:
nobody craves going to Colorado. Architecture is one human art form.
It encompasses. It associates the nobody to no one in the same way
it encompasses a single god.
Of course, it echoes anybody.

Carol A. Stephen
Source: word.camera by Ross Goodwin, 2015
and remixed with Intro from Alex Josephy for A Week in July in Montalcino

 

After that climb, there was nothing for it but to stop and rest at the local caffè, take another word.camera text shot, and find the poem lurking within. Turned out to have a bit of intrigue…

Intrigue at the Montalcino Caffè

Intrigue at the Montalcino Caffè

A daytime luxury. Daytime is for activity,
and luxury is never an impoverishing.
The daytime has more light.
An outdoors and an indoors:
the outdoors outside of something,
and the indoors is not an outdoors.
The outdoors evokes echoes.

And yet, an organized series of performances:
a furniture, a restaurant, and a seat.
The furniture for fun, for sitting.
An awning capable of shade cover,
a roof to shelter from weather.
It might blow down.

People required socializing.
A write work associates with people.
It has a two-eye. It may shout
a gerund form of verb travel, immediately
getting to different place. It is requisite
for change. Until now.

It finishes with getting in a car for home with a nobody:
the nobody is ugly, associates with everybody.
It has the microchip, something you study.
It echoes. It echoes.

 

 Carol A. Stephen
Source: word.camera by Ross Goodwin, 2015

All photos supplied by Alex Josephy for the FAVIT tour, Montalcino, Italy

Along Viale San Marco

quillfyre:

Along Viale San Marco is a found poem created using word.camera. From a picture of Viale San Marco in Monfalcone, the word camera generated a source text from which I carved out my poem.

Originally posted on :

Viale San Marco Viale San Marco

Along Viale San Marco

I.

An urban, an autumn, and a daytime.
The urban translates.
Autumn. Never winter.
Daytime. Never nighttime.
This time, the urban is opposite of
a locating characteristic.
A city life translates to urbanus.
To city metro.
It is a write work.

For instance, nature and lawn:
nature holds an evolve-shape of bird,
and the lawn translates to claro,
a patch of grass in front of a house.

No, it relates to linen.
It evokes everything live,
an outdoors, an open-air.
It is not an indoors. It precipitates
a flower. The flower longs for growing toward sun.
A plant cultivating its blossoms.
Cultivating for its blossoms.
Whenever, it constitutes.

II.

For example, an architecture and a road:
the architecture recalls the road as roadway.
A part of city never educes highway,
it associates with pavement.

No, it is used for cross notwithstanding the architecture

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One Beautiful Mosaic

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Montfalcone, home of Massimo Soranzio, this week’s gracious guide, is in the province of Gorizia, where we find the Grado lagoon and Camargue horses, and a mixture German, Slovenian, and Latin cultures.

 

 

Originally posted on :

Grado, Friuli Venezia Giulia, Italia Grado, Friuli Venezia Giulia, Italia (totentanz: Wikipedia)

One Beautiful Mosaic

The Grado lagoon traces
golden beaches,
canals among islets.

Birds and Camargue horses
live wild among the elements of cultures,
vibrant with color of the coast,

the theatre of calcareous rock
the vineyard-dotted hills.

Poet: Carol A. Stephen
Source: Italia, Discover Italy: Gorizia

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Fortress in Medieval

quillfyre:

Today the Found Poetry Frontiers group is off to Montfalcone, Italy, for this week’s leg of the FAVIT tour. Come along with us to tour this northern Italian town on the Adriatic coast!

Originally posted on :

Italiano: Monfalcone (GO) - La Rocca. 18-10-2008 Monfalcone – La Rocca. (Wikipedia)

Fortress in Medieval

laboratories of fossils
from ancient religious excavations

among trenches, cartroads
to 500 million years of open air

a place of rocks,
a place of cave concretions

Poet: Carol A. Stephen
Source: Agenzia Turismo Friuli Venezia Giulia

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