“On a cold, early November night,
Mimmo, Martino, and I climbed to the top
of the Norman rock tower of Castelmezzano.
In the green lips of the trees
the Dolomite mountain peaks of Basilicata ,
big, broken, splintered teeth spiked into the sky,
and a thin cresent moon.
Bright beams of white light from the lumiere show
turned on by the Mayor especially for us,
gloriously illuminated the mountainsides.
Fog blew in from the blackness,
clouds rolled in below
and swirled around us,
and exposed briefly by a beam of light,
fled quickly, slipped back into the pitch black,
stumbled up and danced down the stone slopes,
and rushed in to touch, embrace and welcome us.





” Excerpt from La Saggezza Delle Streghe Wisdom Of The Witches by John Giorno.