by phoenix | Jul 19, 2003 | Uncategorized
Melancholia vieja (1935) – Federico Garcia Lorca El paisaje tiene teleraà±as de siglos. Archivo de crepúsculos y de noches. (As far as I can translate: The landscape holds spiderwebs of centuries. Archive of twilights and nights.) Perfect....
by phoenix | Jul 18, 2003 | Uncategorized
The only thing funnier than watching over-acted melodramatic episodes of Pacific Blue about satanic human sacrifice is watching them dubbed into Castillian in little Toledo cafes first thing in the morning. Now, I have two quick questions: a)...
by phoenix | Jul 18, 2003 | Uncategorized
Interesting the books we end up reading on journeys. The first ended up being about philosophy, faith and reason and the love of three men at three different times with a woman who was either a pagan or a jew – regardless, an outsider. Then...
by phoenix | Jul 16, 2003 | Uncategorized
She becomes a hermit crab, shrugging on her new home, scuttling sideways from shade to shade under its weight, balancing new ideas on her shoulders, shifting them for comfort, trying to avoid sores. She has to move fast, now. From one spot in the...
by phoenix | Jul 15, 2003 | Uncategorized
At last, what you’ve all been waiting for: Walking up the hill from my pension to Plaza Zocodover at 10 in the evening, this is what I see. This is the covered street that inspired some of the lines in the Ciudad de las Tres Culturas poem....
by phoenix | Jul 14, 2003 | Uncategorized
behind a hole in a wooden gate a family of siamese bask in the hot scent of red brick dust. twilight, their silhouettes shadowed against piping and tumbled tiles. little ones scramble from the intruder; madame chocolate points doesn’t twitch:...
