Puncturing a lacelike series of holes in the triumphalist rhetoric of the Olympics anniversary: Nadia Zonis on traffic, shantytowns and the death of the leftist opposition in 60s Rome. Making sense of these lines from Rosselli's "Rimai, verso una proda" / "I rhymed, versus a shore":

A red ardor

each form of its perfect


emptied, and on the velodromes the tracks were rushing

toward the future robbery of human souls.

Meanwhile puncturing time and each form of distinction between this species of importance and that, thou and I, the clouds expressing autumn in the heat accumulate correlatives for wounds decicatrized of a sudden, safe.