from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition.

  • An island of southern Italy in the Lipari Islands off northeast Sicily in the Tyrrhenian Sea. Its volcano, 924 m (3,031 ft) high, erupted violently in 1930, 2002, and 2003.

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  • proper noun One of the Aeolian Islands in the Tyrrhenian Sea; it has an active volcano


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  • Not a French word, but it sounds so lovely spoken with a French accent.

    February 3, 2010

  • Thanks to Woody Guthrie as channeled by Billy Bragg and Wilco, this word will always remind me of Ingrid Bergman

    Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman,

    let's go make a picture.

    On the island of Stromboli,

    Ingrid Bergman.

    February 3, 2010

  • Dai ragazzi, e' una parola italiana!

    February 3, 2010

  • Yes--Ingrid Bergman. But also that part in the movie Wings of Desire where Damiel and the man dying from the motorcycle accident begin their list: "The fire on the cattle range. The potatoes in the ashes. The boathouse floating in the lake. The Southern Cross. The Far East. . . . The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake. Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli. The old houses of Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light. The child's eyes. The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. The sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. The veins of leaves. The blowing grass. The color of stones. . . ."

    February 3, 2010

  • Ruzuzu knows too much.

    February 3, 2010

  • You Wordnikies have taken my pulse, exactly. Ingrid Bergman. But also the voice of a more or less modern French (jazz) singer...let's see if we can identify the song in which Stromboli figures as a tagline.

    February 3, 2010

  • I loved Wings of Desire and try to turn all sorts of like-minded people on to it. The portrayal of angels was so wonderful...

    February 3, 2010

  • When I started university I had an enrolment problem. One of the faculties was being pig-headed so eventually I had to bring in the big guns: a student counsellor called Phil sorted them out with some stiff words.

    Afterwards he said I 'owed him one' ... he then gave me two free tickets to Wings of Desire and told me to write a review for the student paper, 'The Star'. So I went to see it at the Valhalla (art-house cinema) with my just-fallen-in-infatuation-with girl Hilary. Afterwards we walked around the streets of inner-city Carlton in the rain pretending to be angels and looking cryptically at each other. Among other things Hil was a ballet dancer and beautifully light on her feet. Ah, dreamy days they were.

    February 3, 2010

  • What a lovely scene, bilby. A fantasy for us all.

    February 3, 2010

  • I was a bit younger when I saw it, and I think it warped my view of the world--the first album I ever bought for myself was by Crime and the City Solution, I still wear long monochromatic coats, and I was absolutely elated when my mother once told me that she'd thought of naming me Solveig.

    February 3, 2010