Art Journal
El Milagro Secreto
El arte y el olvido
Santiago Sánchez-Cordero
Virtual library
Here it is, my friends, our virtual library! Over the past two weeks you’ve answered my call to build a virtual library, and the result is quite the fascinating and eclectic collection. There’s a summer read in here for everyone. I loved our project. I’m thinking we
Notebooks
The glassy, burning floor of hell
Notebooks
Hoy
“Hoy es el día más hermoso de nuestra vida, querido Sancho. Los obstáculos más grandes, nuestras propias indecisiones, nuestro enemigo más fuerte, el miedo al poderoso y a nosotros mismos. La cosa más fácil, equivocarnos. La más destructiva, la mentira y el egoísmo. La peor derrota, el desaliento. Los defectos
The spirit is a stomach
I can’t recall if it’s either in Zarathustra or Beyond Good And Evil where Nietzsche writes that the spirit is a stomach. It’s so true, and we really are what we eat. These days algorithms are our dieticians, telling us what to read, listen, and experience. Social
Art Journal
Fade to Black
Heavy metal as a force of civilization.
Poetry
The Rains of Greenland
Politics
NO EXIT
The new political developments in the USA signify a transformation in the very nature of power.
Poetry
Solar Winds
What winds of light you breathe! That when they shine through me I’m as good as air, Dandelion dust suspended in your light. Your golden hands carry me, Take me down fields and forests And scatter me about the bounty of life That devours every piece of me. You
Notebooks
Orcas
August 10, 2023 at 8:32 AM Orcas yesterday, five of them, their fins obsidian knives slashing the waves. Earlier I had gone for a swim in an outdoor pool. The afternoon was cool and overcast, but strangely it was when the clouds were parting, and the sun was allowed
Art Journal
David Lynch
The robin and his bug.
Poetry
Sonnet III. Peregrine falcon soars
Call me to your company, distant sun! Tear me from all this earthly pettiness. The dormant blazes of my feathers dawn As skyward mirrors to your effulgence. Concentric tower of spiraling winds— Climb me towards undisturbed solitude Where people shrink to stains remote and dim Under rolling seas of infinitude.