Monday, December 30, 2024

A Story

 


This is my story. Yours is your own and distinct. And yet we are both human. So they may ultimately be the same. 


People talk of free will and fate. What do we know?


We experience (that seems to be the part that is, the raw material). Then we create a story from our experience (that seems to be the part that is malleable, forever changing). 


We dance with mystery. Receiving and giving-- a call and response.


Sunday, December 29, 2024

Cien Años De Soledad

 

Whoever the decision makers are behind Netflix projects in Latin America have been on a tear in recent years-- empowering beautiful, endemic artistry and storytelling.




The newly released screen adaptation of One Hundred Years of Solitude is a particular coup in that regard, one that was achieved by promising the family of Gabriel García Márquez a production that, like the book, would be entirely Colombian.


Saturday, December 28, 2024

Off Piste

 




ravening ones

led beyond "safety"

beyond "comfort" 


gentle tip of elephants trunk

drinking rarified air 

above a cataract of clouds


held in thrall

beyond bounds

sighing the sigh of the prodigal


Thursday, December 26, 2024

Hedgehog In The Fog

 


A small gem from before I was born.

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Feliz Navidad

 


¡próspero año y felicidad!



Saturday, December 21, 2024

Siblings Sing

 

Paul Mescal and his sister, Nell...




Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Bureaucrats

 




Dutch photographer, Jan Banning, captures bureaucracy's poetry in this series of portraits from eight different nations.




Not the work humans were built for, and yet here we are. Wild times.




Tuesday, December 10, 2024

The Writing Tho

 

Recently, I picked up books by two authors who were new to me and was delighted to discover their way with words. Both capture the sacred in contexts easily dismissed as profane or mundane.



Laurie Colwin died four years after writing this slim novel in the 1980s. It's an unexpectedly lovely and refreshing take on an affair.


 Niall Williams' subject is a forgotten (and imaginary) Irish village. His work steeps me in the unfamiliar while stopping me in my tracks with descriptions of the universal.