My youth in Arcadia

My youth in Arcadia

Captain Harlock, Space Pirate Captain Herlock or Albator.

For the 30’s-plus these names might ring a bell. This animated series was something more than an ...

 
continue... 06 February 2011 // Movies
 
Es muss sein!

Es muss sein!

A short weekend playlist, dedicated to the defiance against whatever dominates and directs our lives.

Stop doing what is expected or is demanded but what ...

 
continue... 29 January 2011 // Music
 
The intelligent and disillusioned characters who make us feel better

The intelligent and disillusioned characters who make us feel better

Wes Anderson's The Royal Tenenbaums with every single shot stylistically beautifully executed is an invitation to the human disastrous condition and the poignant humorous escapism ...

 
continue... 08 January 2011 // Movies
 
Perhaps I’m lucky

Perhaps I’m lucky

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, ...

 
continue... 25 December 2010 // Literature
 

No matter! She was not happy—she never had been

At last he managed to get rid of him, and rushed straight to the hotel. Emma was no longer there. She had just gone in a fit of anger. She detested him now. This failing to keep their rendezvous seemed to her an insult, and she tried to rake up other reasons to separate herself from him. He was incapable of heroism, weak, banal, more spiritless than a woman, avaricious ...

 
continue... 06 December 2010 // Literature
 

Lipiu Revisited

Silence is the language of Lipiu

Prologue

As with love
poems are born
in silence
only that unfeeling silence
has a habit
of giving birth
and swallowing its young.

Ι.
In Lipiu you study silence
as if it were a foreign language
if you practice enough
you can tell the dialect
of day from the heavy accent
of night.
You learn the birds by heart
and the light that alters
the ...

 
continue... 28 October 2010 // Poetry
 

Lipiu

Prologue

Poems fail
when loves fail
Don't listen to what they say:
a poem needs love's heat
to survive
cold time...

I’ve invented a place
to go when I am deeply sad,
sad to the unmelting ice inside me,
sad to the crystallized tears,
when the regrets start, small white panther cubs
that nip and their bites sting.
Lipiu is what I call the place I've invented
to go ...

 
continue... 11 October 2010 // Poetry