Sortie, Docili maniere, Finché morte, Benché simili, Mentre gelide, Eccetto Vercurago. As truncated incipits of non-existing poems, these six short piano pieces explore the relationships between extremely simple mechanisms and groundless abysses.
Loop, loop, loop, loop, loop, loop. Circularity, recursion, iteration. As Flann O’ Brien’s fictional De Selby inside its hell, going round and round. But what’s the relation between looping and grooving?
“How can you read at present? Night is falling.” – an epiphany, a nocturne. Roxanne rewinds all the previous events and reads them from a new point of view. Everything changes, but it is too late.
Nietsche, Marinetti, Savinio, Bellezza, Joyce, Apollinaire: each one weaves the net for a criticism of Italian Futurist movement. Just outside the door: telephones, fireworks, megaphones. And right below the surface, between objects and shadows, the reflection of an hommage.