Politics
NO EXIT
The new political developments in the USA signify a transformation in the very nature of power.
Santiago Sánchez-Cordero
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.
Art Journal
The Witch
This week’s newsletter was originally about David Lynch. However, I received an interesting email from a reader last week regarding my previous post about Robert Eggers’ Nosferatu. With their permission I publish what they wrote to me so I can answer on my blog: “I don’t get how
Art Journal
Nosferatu (2024)
Vampires and bicycles.
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,