For me, often photography is a paradox–the attempt at true representation of real life that at the same time requires a turning away, a distraction from the immediate happenings. You may, momentarily at least, and usually at the most beautiful moment, unwrap your arms from the warmth of another in order to mess with the… Read More Tenerife, et al…
That moment when a new drink arrives at the table, a poke in conversation, another nudge toward silly afternoon bliss, undrunk glasses. The bump in enthusiasm and forgetfulness, when the music subsides for a welcome intermission, and the words from her mouth are clear and soft and invigorate the cold night and the brown trees… Read More Mi Zona 8
I haven’t quite determined the level at which literary figures can, or should, influence a culture, especially outside of the scope of their written work. But regardless of my dilemma, I always find it more interesting to uncover the patterns, tendencies, and trends of a society’s condition, as well as the revelations of the individual, through the… Read More Hojas Nuevas: Some new Spanish writers…
There occasionally comes a time when one is creatively inspired but has no willingness to write about it. Now is one of those times. What is wrong with sitting back and letting someone else do the thinking for you, guide you, whether through child-like tales of adventure, slow philosophical pondering or biting sarcastic humor? The… Read More Recommended Books and a Film
In the late afternoon of January 29th, 2011, Xavi found himself being dragged behind a running, slobbering black Paso Fino stallion, one foot caught in the stirrup. Gravel, thorny weeds and shards of dried clay were quickly ripping off his shirt. His hat had fallen off. He raised his head to look at his stuck… Read More Xavi’s Language Abyss, Part 2. “Proxima Estación…”
Casual Notebook 