• TABLE OF CONTENT
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 16
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 15
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 14
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 13
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 12
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 11
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 10
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 9
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 8
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 7
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 6
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 5
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 4
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 3
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 2
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 1
  • THE DREAMING MACHINE
    • The dreaming machine n 16
    • The dreaming machine n 15
    • The dreaming machine n 14
    • The dreaming machine n 13
    • The dreaming machine n 12
    • The dreaming machine n 11
    • The dreaming machine n 10
    • The dreaming machine n 9
    • The dreaming machine n 8
    • The dreaming machine n 7
    • The dreaming machine n 6
    • The dreaming machine n 5
    • The dreaming machine n 4
    • The dreaming machine n 3
    • The dreaming machine n 2
    • The dreaming machine n 1
  • CONTACT
No Result
View All Result
The Dreaming Machine
  • Home
  • Poetry
    The God of Submission Loves Gentle Calves and Other Poems –  Yuliya Musakovska

    The God of Submission Loves Gentle Calves and Other Poems – Yuliya Musakovska

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

    Hence, the walruses will keep our memories – Poems from Ikaro Valderrama’s Tengri: The Book of Mysteries

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    “When Crimea Was Not a Grief”: Six Poems by Lyudmyla Khersonska, from 21st Century Ukraine

    Of Hunger and Tents: Poems from Gaza by Yousef el-Qedra

    Of Hunger and Tents: Poems from Gaza by Yousef el-Qedra

    Ratko Lalić’s painting, a little Noah’s ark –  Božidar Stanišić  

    The region suddenly turned into a deciduous forest. Poems by Paulami Sengupta

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    A False Dimension: regarding the empty walls – Aritra Sanyal

  • Fiction
    The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

    The Importance of Being Imperfect – Haroonuzzaman

    THE STATE – Hamim Faruque

    THE STATE – Hamim Faruque

    Tempus Fugit (in D Minor) – Michele Carenini

    Tempus Fugit (in D Minor) – Michele Carenini

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    A Mirage of a Dream – Kazi Rafi

    Prologue to “Maya and the World of the Spirits” – Gaius Tsaamo

    Prologue to “Maya and the World of the Spirits” – Gaius Tsaamo

    RETRIBUTION – Mojaffor Hossain

    RETRIBUTION – Mojaffor Hossain

    A Nation’s Reckoning on a Rickshaw: Photogallery from Bangladesh in turmoil – Melina and Pina Piccolo

    Between Two Lives – Mojaffor Hossain

    A Nation’s Reckoning on a Rickshaw: Photogallery from Bangladesh in turmoil – Melina and Pina Piccolo

    The Amatory Rainy Night – Kazi Rafi

    Chapter 1 of “Come What May”, a detective story set in Gaza, by Ahmed Masoud

    Come What May, chpt. 11 – Ahmed Masoud

  • Non Fiction
    I AM STILL HERE: It’s not a movie, it’s a hymn to democracy – Loretta Emiri

    I AM STILL HERE: It’s not a movie, it’s a hymn to democracy – Loretta Emiri

    Requiem for a Mattanza – Gia Marie Amella

    Requiem for a Mattanza – Gia Marie Amella

    In Defense of T.C. Boyle: Satire in the Era of Psychological Realism – Clark Bouwman

    In Defense of T.C. Boyle: Satire in the Era of Psychological Realism – Clark Bouwman

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

    That is the Face – Appadurai Muttulingam

    Langston Hughes: Shakespeare in Harlem – Barry David Horwitz

    Langston Hughes: Shakespeare in Harlem – Barry David Horwitz

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    Understanding the Quintessential Divinity: Binding the Two Geographies – Haroonuzzaman

  • Interviews & reviews
    Michelle Reale’s Volta: An Italian-American Reckoning With Race. Necessary turnabouts as  Columbus Day returns amidst Sinners’ vampires – Pina Piccolo

    Michelle Reale’s Volta: An Italian-American Reckoning With Race. Necessary turnabouts as Columbus Day returns amidst Sinners’ vampires – Pina Piccolo

    from The Creative Process: The Future of activism.  Bayo Akomolafe interviewed by Mia Funk and Natalie McCarthy

    from The Creative Process: The Future of activism. Bayo Akomolafe interviewed by Mia Funk and Natalie McCarthy

    The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

    The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

    from The Creative Process: A Life in Writing with T.C. Boyle, interviewed by Mia Funk & Cary Trott

    from The Creative Process: A Life in Writing with T.C. Boyle, interviewed by Mia Funk & Cary Trott

    Living as a painter: Shaun McDowell in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Living as a painter: Shaun McDowell in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

  • Out of bounds
    • All
    • Fiction
    • Intersections
    • Interviews and reviews
    • Non fiction
    • Poetry
    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Area Sacra at Torre di Largo Argentina —or, Calpurnia’s Dream – Laura Hinton

    from The Creative Process: TIOKASIN GHOSTHORSE, interviewed by Mia Funk and Melannie Munoz

    from The Creative Process: TIOKASIN GHOSTHORSE, interviewed by Mia Funk and Melannie Munoz

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    From The Stony Guests, Part IV: SIRAN BAKIRCI and SAIT B. KARAKAYA – Neil P. Doherty

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Chaos Theory – Michele Carenini

    Of People and Puppets, Kingdoms of Silence, Trauma and Storytelling: Review of “Azad, the rabbit and the wolf – Pina Piccolo

    Of People and Puppets, Kingdoms of Silence, Trauma and Storytelling: Review of “Azad, the rabbit and the wolf – Pina Piccolo

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    Poetry is also born from Gesture – Ikaro Valderrama on Gestos de la Poesia, transnational poetry, multimedia and the energy of the Andes

    Poetry is also born from Gesture – Ikaro Valderrama on Gestos de la Poesia, transnational poetry, multimedia and the energy of the Andes

    A loneliness like an endless steppe – Poems from Maria Luisa Vezzali’s collection Home Ghost

    A loneliness like an endless steppe – Poems from Maria Luisa Vezzali’s collection Home Ghost

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    Once the veil of artifice falls away: Poems by Haroonuzzaman

  • News
    Memorial Reading Marathon for Julio Monteiro Martins, Dec. 27, zoom live

    Memorial Reading Marathon for Julio Monteiro Martins, Dec. 27, zoom live

    PER/FORMATIVE CITIES

    PER/FORMATIVE CITIES

    HAIR IN THE WIND – Calling on poets to join international project in solidarity with the women of Iran

    HAIR IN THE WIND – Calling on poets to join international project in solidarity with the women of Iran

    THE DREAMING MACHINE ISSUE N. 11 WILL BE OUT ON DEC. 10

    THE DREAMING MACHINE ISSUE N. 11 WILL BE OUT ON DEC. 10

    RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT

    RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT

    REFUGEE TALES July 3-5:  Register for a Walk In Solidarity with Refugees, Asylum Seekers and Detainees

    REFUGEE TALES July 3-5: Register for a Walk In Solidarity with Refugees, Asylum Seekers and Detainees

  • Home
  • Poetry
    The God of Submission Loves Gentle Calves and Other Poems –  Yuliya Musakovska

    The God of Submission Loves Gentle Calves and Other Poems – Yuliya Musakovska

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

    Hence, the walruses will keep our memories – Poems from Ikaro Valderrama’s Tengri: The Book of Mysteries

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    “When Crimea Was Not a Grief”: Six Poems by Lyudmyla Khersonska, from 21st Century Ukraine

    Of Hunger and Tents: Poems from Gaza by Yousef el-Qedra

    Of Hunger and Tents: Poems from Gaza by Yousef el-Qedra

    Ratko Lalić’s painting, a little Noah’s ark –  Božidar Stanišić  

    The region suddenly turned into a deciduous forest. Poems by Paulami Sengupta

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    A False Dimension: regarding the empty walls – Aritra Sanyal

  • Fiction
    The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

    The Importance of Being Imperfect – Haroonuzzaman

    THE STATE – Hamim Faruque

    THE STATE – Hamim Faruque

    Tempus Fugit (in D Minor) – Michele Carenini

    Tempus Fugit (in D Minor) – Michele Carenini

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    A Mirage of a Dream – Kazi Rafi

    Prologue to “Maya and the World of the Spirits” – Gaius Tsaamo

    Prologue to “Maya and the World of the Spirits” – Gaius Tsaamo

    RETRIBUTION – Mojaffor Hossain

    RETRIBUTION – Mojaffor Hossain

    A Nation’s Reckoning on a Rickshaw: Photogallery from Bangladesh in turmoil – Melina and Pina Piccolo

    Between Two Lives – Mojaffor Hossain

    A Nation’s Reckoning on a Rickshaw: Photogallery from Bangladesh in turmoil – Melina and Pina Piccolo

    The Amatory Rainy Night – Kazi Rafi

    Chapter 1 of “Come What May”, a detective story set in Gaza, by Ahmed Masoud

    Come What May, chpt. 11 – Ahmed Masoud

  • Non Fiction
    I AM STILL HERE: It’s not a movie, it’s a hymn to democracy – Loretta Emiri

    I AM STILL HERE: It’s not a movie, it’s a hymn to democracy – Loretta Emiri

    Requiem for a Mattanza – Gia Marie Amella

    Requiem for a Mattanza – Gia Marie Amella

    In Defense of T.C. Boyle: Satire in the Era of Psychological Realism – Clark Bouwman

    In Defense of T.C. Boyle: Satire in the Era of Psychological Realism – Clark Bouwman

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

    That is the Face – Appadurai Muttulingam

    Langston Hughes: Shakespeare in Harlem – Barry David Horwitz

    Langston Hughes: Shakespeare in Harlem – Barry David Horwitz

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    Understanding the Quintessential Divinity: Binding the Two Geographies – Haroonuzzaman

  • Interviews & reviews
    Michelle Reale’s Volta: An Italian-American Reckoning With Race. Necessary turnabouts as  Columbus Day returns amidst Sinners’ vampires – Pina Piccolo

    Michelle Reale’s Volta: An Italian-American Reckoning With Race. Necessary turnabouts as Columbus Day returns amidst Sinners’ vampires – Pina Piccolo

    from The Creative Process: The Future of activism.  Bayo Akomolafe interviewed by Mia Funk and Natalie McCarthy

    from The Creative Process: The Future of activism. Bayo Akomolafe interviewed by Mia Funk and Natalie McCarthy

    The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

    The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

    from The Creative Process: A Life in Writing with T.C. Boyle, interviewed by Mia Funk & Cary Trott

    from The Creative Process: A Life in Writing with T.C. Boyle, interviewed by Mia Funk & Cary Trott

    Living as a painter: Shaun McDowell in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Living as a painter: Shaun McDowell in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

    Calixto Robles and Ancestral Spirits in the Mission – A Conversation on Art, Society and Social Action

  • Out of bounds
    • All
    • Fiction
    • Intersections
    • Interviews and reviews
    • Non fiction
    • Poetry
    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Area Sacra at Torre di Largo Argentina —or, Calpurnia’s Dream – Laura Hinton

    from The Creative Process: TIOKASIN GHOSTHORSE, interviewed by Mia Funk and Melannie Munoz

    from The Creative Process: TIOKASIN GHOSTHORSE, interviewed by Mia Funk and Melannie Munoz

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    From The Stony Guests, Part IV: SIRAN BAKIRCI and SAIT B. KARAKAYA – Neil P. Doherty

    Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

    Chaos Theory – Michele Carenini

    Of People and Puppets, Kingdoms of Silence, Trauma and Storytelling: Review of “Azad, the rabbit and the wolf – Pina Piccolo

    Of People and Puppets, Kingdoms of Silence, Trauma and Storytelling: Review of “Azad, the rabbit and the wolf – Pina Piccolo

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    Poetry is also born from Gesture – Ikaro Valderrama on Gestos de la Poesia, transnational poetry, multimedia and the energy of the Andes

    Poetry is also born from Gesture – Ikaro Valderrama on Gestos de la Poesia, transnational poetry, multimedia and the energy of the Andes

    A loneliness like an endless steppe – Poems from Maria Luisa Vezzali’s collection Home Ghost

    A loneliness like an endless steppe – Poems from Maria Luisa Vezzali’s collection Home Ghost

    The Creeping of the Spirit of the Times and Other Poems – Pina Piccolo

    Once the veil of artifice falls away: Poems by Haroonuzzaman

  • News
    Memorial Reading Marathon for Julio Monteiro Martins, Dec. 27, zoom live

    Memorial Reading Marathon for Julio Monteiro Martins, Dec. 27, zoom live

    PER/FORMATIVE CITIES

    PER/FORMATIVE CITIES

    HAIR IN THE WIND – Calling on poets to join international project in solidarity with the women of Iran

    HAIR IN THE WIND – Calling on poets to join international project in solidarity with the women of Iran

    THE DREAMING MACHINE ISSUE N. 11 WILL BE OUT ON DEC. 10

    THE DREAMING MACHINE ISSUE N. 11 WILL BE OUT ON DEC. 10

    RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT

    RUCKSACK – GLOBAL POETRY PATCHWORK PROJECT

    REFUGEE TALES July 3-5:  Register for a Walk In Solidarity with Refugees, Asylum Seekers and Detainees

    REFUGEE TALES July 3-5: Register for a Walk In Solidarity with Refugees, Asylum Seekers and Detainees

No Result
View All Result
The Dreaming Machine
No Result
View All Result
Home Poetry

The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller

Art work gallery: paintings by Carolyn Miller.

March 4, 2021
in Poetry, The dreaming machine n 4
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto – Carolyn Miller
Share on FacebookShare on Twitter

The Poet Attends a Writing Workshop, or Summer in Spoleto

 

Last night was our sad night; you have to have one,

even though you’re surrounded by Italy, and Italians

talking—for free—in Italian, the language

you paid good money to people to speak to you

back in the States. We were in the same restaurant

we’d been to twice before, the restaurant of

the amazing arugula pizza, and it’s late, and Jeanne and I

don’t feel like talking, and there’s a table of

four angry Russians who are saying in very good English

that they didn’t order any copertos and they’re not about

to pay for them, and the waitress brings over

the owner, who sits down at their table and carefully explains

that a coperto is a cover charge that you pay for being served

in a restaurant. “In Italy,” he says, “you pay for the tables,

the chairs, the glasses, the plates, the silverware,

the napkins,” but the Russians are having none of it;

they’re staying angry, even when the owner

explains that the coperto is the very same thing

as servizio incluso, and though they finally do pay the bill,

including the copertos, they make a voluble exit,

the shortest one of them saying loudly

that they will never enter the Trattoria del Arco di Druso

again, and after they leave, the incident

having taken all of five minutes, the owner,

the two waitresses, and the Italian couple in the room

perform a Mozartian quintet, all of them

talking in turn and in unison, for a good fifteen minutes,

while Jeanne and I sit quietly eating bruschetta and salad,

like opera extras in the background.

 

Then, just after the owner and waitresses leave the room,

and before the Italian couple finish their digestivos, the man

of the couple turns to us and politely asks us what we thought

of the whole thing, and he is pleased when we agree

that it was pittoresco, because it means that we are on

their side, and we are pleased that we have been included

in the entire event, because we are not rude Russians

but simpatica American ladies who fully believe

in the theory and practice of the coperto,

mainly because then we don’t have to figure out

how much to tip.

 

We are moderately cheered up now,

but still tired, because we have spent the morning with

our writing class in a graveyard of small temples of the dead,

a whole town of families with names like Bevilacqua and Feliziani

and Cherubini, next to the olive groves outside the city walls,

and then we hurried to a master class for the singers in

the vocal arts symposium, where I wept through all the arias

in a deconsecrated church and then the writers

got to sing, even though we are ink-stained wretches

whose voices are scrunched down in crabbed words

on the page, and then it was on to lunch, with fish

and vegetables and three servings of torta di mele

(for me) and espresso lungo. That afternoon,

we were supposed to write about the cimitero, but

all I could think about was Decoration Day, and how

my mother would cut buckets of flowers from her garden—

day lilies and dahlias and gladiolus—to take to

the Bloodland Cemetery, where her father and mother

and brother John were buried in plots marked by small,

polished granite headstones, not in their own

private necropolis, but under little humps of earth,

open to the Missouri sun and sleet and thunderstorms

and ice storms, close to a stand of mulberry trees,

no church at all nearby, much less one built in the fourth

and fifth centuries, supported and ornamented with

broken and mismatched Roman columns and pediments

and architraves, because the one-room wooden Baptist church

(without a single painting or fresco or statue, because

the Bible clearly says you can’t have any graven images)—

that church was moved away long ago, when the U.S. Army

took over that patch of the Ozarks to build an army base.

 

And I remembered how important it was to my mother

to decorate those graves with those flowers;

you could see that being a daughter and wife and mother

meant everything to her. And there I was,

dancing around and picking mulberries and trying

not to step on the graves, while my mother’s arranging

the flowers that she’s grown with such dedication

and that she knows will begin to wilt the minute she leaves

this country cemetery with its low sandstone wall. And then

I remembered going, many years later, with my mother

to choose the gravestone for her and Daddy, my mother shaking

with the fact of her mortality, turning to me helplessly

and asking me to choose, and me settling at last

on red Missouri granite.

 

It’s hot, hot, hot in this restaurant, and though

we were warned it would be hot here,

we’ve been lulled by a week of temperate days,

and we’ve left the fans they told us to bring

back in our rooms and we’re sweating and sticky,

and all of my clothes, not just the ones I’m wearing,

are wrinkled and baggy and sweaty, since I keep wearing

the same ones over and over, because half of the things

I brought make me look fat. But then I am fat, or anyway,

fatter than I should be, except that the things that I brought

that make me look less fat are so stretched out

that now they make me feel like I’m losing weight.

 

Then Jeanne and I decide that the answer,

not just to lingering sadness, but

to everything else, is gelato, so we walk back

to the Piazza del Mercato and our favorite gelateria,

and Jeanne orders nocciola and albacocca,

and I order bacio and fior di latte, and we walk back

down the winding, uneven streets that are just as noisy

and dangerous as the ones in San Francisco,

what with the cars whizzing by six inches away,

except that here you can pretend to be a small medieval

knight, traversing the black streets and hoping that

the city walls will hold, and we go back to the convent

where we’re staying with the singers in the music workshop,

and where it’s dark and groups of singers are sitting in

the courtyard, talking too loud and trying not

to sing. It’s so hot I have to keep the window

of my nun’s cell open, which means that I can’t

go to sleep, because the singers are young and noisy,

so I toss around for a while, and now my back

is starting to hurt and I decide to get up and do some yoga,

and I do one half-hearted Downward-Facing Dog

and then go back to bed, and I keep on tossing, and

the singers keep on making noise, and time

keeps on passing, until at last I say to myself,

“It’s okay! It’s warm! It’s summer! It’s Italy! We’re all

still alive!” and I pull my rough sheet

over me and go to sleep.

 

 

Carolyn Miller is a poet and freelance writer living in San Francisco. Her most recent book of poetry is Route 66 and Its Sorrows (Terrapin Books, 2017). Two earlier books, Light, Moving (2009) and After Cocteau (2002), were published by Sixteen Rivers Press. Her work has appeared in The Gettysburg Review, The Southern Review, The Missouri Review, The Georgia Review, and Prairie Schooner, among many other journals, and her awards include the James Boatwright III Prize for Poetry from Shenandoah and the Rainmaker Award from Zone 3.

 

 

 

 

Amor y Dolor

Angel Island, Blue Fog

 

Carmel Cove N. 1;

 

Fog Bank- San Francisco

 

For Sara

Brushfire: Missouri 1948

 

Lunar New Year

Missouri Woods- Spring N.. 3

 

Storm Cloud

 

Tags: abstractAfroWomen Poetryart worldCarolyn MillercemeterycosmopolitanismgraveshistorylanguagememoryMissourimusicpaintingsPoetryrestaurantRussiansSpoletoUnited States
Next Post
FATE OF LIFE – Abeja Salome, selected for Short Time in Short Stories

FATE OF LIFE - Abeja Salome, selected for Short Time in Short Stories

The Dreaming Machine

Writing and visual arts from the world.

I guarded my theft like a relic –  Four poems from “Noura” by Asmae Dachan
Poetry

I guarded my theft like a relic – Four poems from “Noura” by Asmae Dachan

To my sister Noura (Aleppo, 28 October 1975 - Ancona, 30 October 2014) Guardian of memory I appointed my insomnia ...

March 7, 2021
THE POET IN PRISON: CRACKS IN THE SKIN – Ashraf Fayadh
Out of bounds

TO THE SOUTH OF THINGS – Pasqualino Bongiovanni

Poems translated by Helen Wickes and Donald Stang, based on Giuseppe Villella's original  translation for the Canadian edition of To ...

December 4, 2017
POEMS FOR PEACE, by Hamid Barole Abdu
Non fiction

lost forgotten places – séamas carraher

lost forgotten places   “back in mayo a blighted tree bone dry and white on a dry river-bed – dead…” ...

November 29, 2020
M’aidez, May Day – Pina Piccolo
Out of bounds

M’aidez, May Day – Pina Piccolo

   "The day will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle today." - August ...

December 10, 2022
“Future” -a window into the diversity of Black Italian women’s experiences, review by Candice Whitney
Interviews and reviews

“Future” -a window into the diversity of Black Italian women’s experiences, review by Candice Whitney

In 1975, Toni Morrison gave a speech at the University of Portland where she argued that artists and scholars have ...

December 7, 2019

Latest

Michelle Reale’s Volta: An Italian-American Reckoning With Race. Necessary turnabouts as  Columbus Day returns amidst Sinners’ vampires – Pina Piccolo

Michelle Reale’s Volta: An Italian-American Reckoning With Race. Necessary turnabouts as Columbus Day returns amidst Sinners’ vampires – Pina Piccolo

May 6, 2025
Eva Bovenzi: The inner world. The artist in conversation with curator Camilla Boemio

Area Sacra at Torre di Largo Argentina —or, Calpurnia’s Dream – Laura Hinton

May 5, 2025
The Spanish Steps, Revisited: A Temporary Exhibition – A conversation with Sheila Pepe

The Importance of Being Imperfect – Haroonuzzaman

May 5, 2025
from The Creative Process: TIOKASIN GHOSTHORSE, interviewed by Mia Funk and Melannie Munoz

from The Creative Process: TIOKASIN GHOSTHORSE, interviewed by Mia Funk and Melannie Munoz

May 4, 2025

Follow Us

news

Memorial Reading Marathon for Julio Monteiro Martins, Dec. 27, zoom live
News

Memorial Reading Marathon for Julio Monteiro Martins, Dec. 27, zoom live

by Pina Piccolo
7 months ago
0

December 24, 2024 marks ten years since the premature passing of Brazilian/Italian writer Julio Monteiro Martins, important cultural figure from...

Read moreDetails
  • TABLE OF CONTENT
  • THE DREAMING MACHINE
  • CONTACT

© 2024 thedreamingmachine.com - Privacy policy - Cookie policy

No Result
View All Result
  • Home
  • Poetry
  • Fiction
  • Non Fiction
  • Interviews and reviews
  • Out of bounds
    • Poetry
    • Fiction
    • Intersections
  • THE DREAMING MACHINE
    • The dreaming machine n 16
    • The dreaming machine n 15
    • The dreaming machine n 14
    • The dreaming machine n 13
    • The dreaming machine n 12
    • The dreaming machine n 11
    • The dreaming machine n 10
    • The dreaming machine n 9
    • The dreaming machine n 8
    • The dreaming machine n 7
    • The dreaming machine n 6
    • The dreaming machine n 5
    • The dreaming machine n 4
    • The dreaming machine n 3
    • The dreaming machine n 2
    • The dreaming machine n 1
  • TABLE OF CONTENTS
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 16
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 15
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 14
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 13
    • the dreaming machine – issue number 12
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 11
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 10
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 9
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 8
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 7
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 6
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 5
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 4
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 3
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 2
    • The dreaming machine – issue number 1
  • News
  • Contacts

© 2024 thedreamingmachine.com - Privacy policy - Cookie policy