Southwest of Italy: Stanzas for a Travel Memoir
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Southwest of Italy is an ode to the deep value of the things that are out of our control—history, place, emotion, coincidence, the community of friendship. The title refers to one of the most apparent intents of the text, which is to trace the relationship between Sardinia and the American Southwest, particularly in the layering of time and culture. Though this relationship is subtly played, even understated, because the book also aims at tracing deeper themes, such as those of hope, illusion, and cultural mediation. It is densely composed in a hybrid style, merging lyrical prose and travel essay. Narrative, description, and reflection are found within a surprising structure, rich with sensory language
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Southwest of Italy - Federico Pacchioni
Part One
It HAS FINALLY HAPPENED . The Southwest has claimed me, permanently. It has kept its promise. It saved me from a frozen New England dead end. It provided a green oasis in the desert to channel my vein of desire, poetry’s source, into a field of labor. And now that I’m its, I return to the pages of the book of my life, to the time I was reborn on this silent plateau, where I landed upon my first flight out of the ancient nest of Italy, in yet another move to the southwest of the world.
Any traveling eastward, be it to the midwestern gray trees of Indiana or the masonry harbors of Connecticut, always felt no more than that, traveling. No matter how lengthy, it came as an interruption of my true pilgrimage southwest, a pause in the music, sometimes so long-drawn to make me forget and doubt of my belonging here.
Now that the roots are clearly taking hold of the dusty and hard terrain, fracturing as they dig headfirst, reviving as they drink feverishly of the brilliant sap of illusions that this earth is known for, I can begin to understand what this desert has done to me these last twenty years, for half of my life, the American half.
Don’t take me wrong. It has not been lonely, nor by any means a unique discovery. On the contrary, I have met many others like me, from previous and contemporary times, ensnared by the western dream, elevated by its fable, even exactly like me, from other similar walled-in nests, and I’ve searched their grounds for clues, as parallel realities of the self with differing faces and names.
There are other journeys that I might write about one day. Like traveling straight south, down along the Adriatic coast by a nostalgic pulsation of the heart, a gracefully funereal quest for communities that are no longer and blood forsaken by veins. Or like moving towards the center, which meant down across the Apennines and the plains of Lazio, to the stones of Rome—which regardless the direction of approaching, it’s always a moment towards the center of all things, strangely always a movement slightly upwards, onto a dazzling arena of despotic causality, always more astonishing and disheartening than I imagined.
But the journey southwest has always been the defining one for me, the journeys of life-changing decisions, of overhauling the self, of unveiling reality. This has been so from the time the island of Sardinia started entering my mind, unconsciously etching there its barren and magical pictograph, calling me to the inevitable journey somewhere southwest of my nest. Then it was Texas, then it was Arizona, then it was Southern California, and the thaumaturgical rope might even pull me farther, in a spiraling attempt to grab the slippery ball of the planet, gradually retracing its circumference but never though stepping on the same grounds. My own dance around Earth.
IT ALWAYS STARTED WITH a crossing of the sea. And first, it was the stepping on a ferry reeking of restlessness, salt, and old pastries. I took that boat many times, and on each of them, I met with the same breed of ghosts. The liner left from the city of Civitavecchia. After passing through frumpish streets underneath buildings darkened by inches of condensed smog, I reached the purgatory of the embarkation zone. At last, the white and blue liners for Olbia, once Terranova, ingested my mind and body for about one day and one