I don’t think that loneliness is necessarily a bad or unconstructive condition. My own skill at jamming time may actually be dependent on some fluid mixture of emotions, among them curiosity, sexual desire, and love, all suspended in a solvent medi...
The village lay in the hollow, and climbed, with very prosaic houses, the other side. Village architecture does not flourish in Scotland. The blue slates and the grey stone are sworn foes to the picturesque; and though I do not, for my own part, disl...
La búsqueda del maestro. A Musá Najib le preguntaron por qué cobraba honorarios a aquellos que asistían a sus sesiones y por qué a menudo ni siquiera se dirigía a su público. Dijo: “Cobro por esta lección objetiva: la gente cree que el cono...
Sarah: Would he tell me that this door leads to the castle? Guard: [Whispers with his counterparts] Yes? Sarah: So... the other door leads to the castle and this one leads to certain death. Guard: [All the guards Oooh] But he could be telling the tru...
And, I think, this greening does thaw at the edges, at least, of my own cold season. Joy sneaks in: listening to music, riding my bicycle, I catch myself feeling, in a way that’s as old as I am but suddenly seems unfamiliar, light. I have felt so h...
After driving 30-minutes East of Seattle, I expect to see a great bowling alley. But, as we pull into the parking lot, all I see are pot holes, a horse and Amish buggy, and no cars to speak of- broken down or otherwise. Even the building is in shambl...
The last glow of sundown dims away. Stars appear in the east. Night encloses us. The ocean seems to enlarge. When you’re adrift at night, imagination and perception merge. They have to. You can’t see as well, as far, as deep. You tie knots by mus...
Henry Miller, Genet, Sade, Bataille are really important writers for me and I love them, but I feel often they don’t love me, you know? I feel I always have to wrap my head around the way the girl is treated in the works, and the way the woman writ...
He gives her his Art History lecture. ‘Then you get Mo-net and Ma-net, that’s a little tricky, Mo-net was the one did all the water lilies and shit, his colors were blues and greens, Ma-net was the one did Bareass on the Grass and shit, his color...
Más bien -tú sabes mejor que nadie- lo misterioso de nuestras vidas, lo más apasionante quizás, es que desde la infancia comenzamos a tejer una tela por encima (o por debajo) de los acontecimientos familiares. Siempre será fascinante la sorpresa...
Nos sentimos tentados a creerlos caprichos nuestros, creaciones propias, vemos vacilar y disolverse la frontera entre nosotros y la naturaleza, y adquirimos conciencia de un estado de ánimo en el que no sabemos si las imágenes en nuestra retina pro...
La mayoría nos formulamos la pregunta "¿Qué gano yo si lo hago?" más habitual de lo que nos interrogamos si "¿Es lo que estoy haciendo moral o correcto en términos políticos?". […] en ninguna otra época como en la actual se han dejado de la...
A veces, cuando estamos muy tristes, nuestros sueños caen al suelo como pedacitos de estrellas que poco a poco se apagan, nuestro corazón llora en silencio para no hacer ruido. Los ojos del corazón ven mas allá de lo que la vista nos permite... Y...
