Art Journal
Nosferatu (2024)
Vampires and bicycles.
Santiago Sánchez-Cordero
Politics
Saturns
Cosmic awe: a case for compassion.
Poetry
Sonnet II. Always Right Now
My body is at the beginning and end of time. The past is memory’s invention, the future angst or hope: present is movement making me, my life yearning the expression of momentum breaking the seal of the Now; this blood and flesh thirsting for the moment’s start, and
Art Journal
Jean-Luc Godard
He who jumped into the void.
Art Journal
Atalante’s Castle
Reflections on interpretation
Notebooks
Dream
March 22, 2024 at 11:49 AM Fascinating and fleeting dream last night. I was reading Ariosto and dozed off. The dream was more of a vision. I was not participating in it, but just observing its beauty. I was on the ground facing upwards to an immense cherry blossom,
Notebooks
Insect
August 23, 2023 at 9:58 AM Caught an insect yesterday, quite similar to a mantis in form and color, with great crystal wings. It would comb its antennae like a girl wringing and brushing her hair with long, delicate gestures.
Poetry
Sonnet I.
And why the silence, and why your wintry night, Poor heart? Will you not give me a single rose? Did I neglect your hearths and faded torchlights? Your lone fields lay smothered in unyielding snows Where walks no moonlight, and your constellations Detach and blow as scintillating blizzards Down darkness
Politics
Beatrice
The bleak aftermath of the US election.
Politics
Broken twigs
Notes on neo-fascism in the USA and the 2024 election.
Notebooks
Sunrise
June 19, 2024 at 10:46 AM Yesterday we watched Murnau’s Sunrise. There is a moment in the film when the rural couple takes the tram into the city, and they get lost in the blaring, bustling streets. It’s a terrifying scene, and I empathize with the way
Poetry
Partidas
Les llevó más de quinientos años vaciar los cinco profundos lagos. Se robaron mis turquesas joyas, del valle sus ojos cristalinos, abiertos, siempre mirando al cielo, parpadeando estrellas en la noche, testigos de la derramada piel del sol día tras día sacrificada. Se los llevaron, ¿y qué dejaron? Los ajolotes