Le Nouveau Monde
Le Nouveau Monde, pour le navigateur qui s’en approche, s’impose d’abord comme un parfum, bien différent de celui suggéré dès Paris par une assonance verbale, et difficile à décrire à qui ne l’a pas respiré. La beauté de New York ne tient donc pas à sa nature de ville, mais à ses transpositions, pour notre … Continue reading
Tout a été dit cent fois
Tout a été dit cent fois Et beaucoup mieux que par moi Aussi quand j’écris des vers C’est que ça m’amuse C’est que ça m’amuse C’est que ça m’amuse et je vous chie au nez.
Get My Money, Buy My Medicine
I am a strong believer that human beings do not fit in an excel spreadsheet. This, for me, is one of the big challenges to understanding psychology, psychoanalysis and the overwhelming presence of medical terms in those fields. Applying scientific concepts, equations, physics and chemistry rules and “norms” to the human experience, which is … Continue reading
The Snowflake
Barnaby had always hated Christmas. “These are foolish preoccupations” he liked to say “And our world does not need anymore foolish preoccupations”. One snowy night in December, as he was walking out of his office, Barnaby failed to notice a little sparkle in the night. The fairy had been expecting him. Twirling in the air, … Continue reading
On Getting Lost
It was one of these stuffy days of summer in New York, when the mere idea of taking the train seems like an unnecessary torture, and I was craving tamales. I had just woken up to the sound of the reggeaton blasting from the car wash right outside my window. Over the past few … Continue reading
The Good Old Days
I really don’t know how I’ll begin to explain to my grand-kids how I ended up in that hotel room, sipping champagne and declaiming Sagan’s prose to four strangers, after taking body shots on the bar, and interestingly it’s what has been bothering me the most over the past few days. Not the irresponsibility, not … Continue reading
Whisky Sour
Buenos Aires, Wednesday 12:02 AM I’m sitting alone at the kitchen table. Alone and drinking Whisky. Now if you knew me at all, you would know that Whisky turns me into the most aggressive and unpleasant individual to ever walk this Goddamned earth. I guess strong liquors tend to do that to most people anyway, … Continue reading
On Nationality
To me, one of the high point of NYU the conference with Argentine film maker Edgardo Cozarinsky was the first question he asked to the audience: “How do I sound when I speak English?” he said. The whole floor was puzzled. “British” “German” “Russian” shouted the crowd, but no answers seemed to satisfy the eminent … Continue reading
Book is not dead !
I was in the bus today, and because it was Labor Day and it wasn’t too crowded with plausible pick-pockets, I took a peak at what was happening outside the window, in the real world. And what was happening was people. Lots of people. All lined up against a wall. I mean eight blocks of … Continue reading
Chile: Valpariso
Image 1: Sunset in Vino del Mar Image 2: Street art in Valparaiso Image 3: Valparaiso, a view from the city Image 4: Flying over the Andes Ode to Valparaiso By: Pablo Neruda Translated by: Laney Sullivan What nonsense You are What a crazy Insane Port. Your mounded head Disheveled You never finish combing your hair Life has … Continue reading
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