Inner gathering


As I write this I should probably be asleep, but I’m not of course. This has been quite the year for me and all of us (I know). Let’s just not get into the death toll (not just surrounding popular culture) of 2016, it seems as though we are living in deadlier times. I’m reading a beautiful novel right now: Love is the higher law, and its themes are ever more present in what I’m feeling. The intersection of loss, fear, faith and strength.

I just finished watching the next to last episode of Girls, season 3. Hanna is the least sympathetic character that I’ve watched on screen, perhaps ever. I’ll take it as a master calss into how not to write in terms of filmmaking or tv. This year allowed me to get closer to achieving my own cinematic dreams, btw.

I’m starting to get hungry and sleepy. Catch you later.

Bob Dylan o el inagotable problema de los géneros literarios; por Maikel Ramírez


Días después del nombramiento de la periodista Svetlana Aleksiévich como premio Nobel de Literatura del 2015, el prominente escritor argentino Alberto Manguel celebró la premiación y manifestó su o…

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Friends and lovers, the healthy edition


Being reading up on some narcissism, in an enlightening book titled Why is it always about you? by Sandy Hotchkiss (which I found used at a bookstore in Panajachel, Sololá). The healing has begun, friends:

“The tendency is to recreate the dramas of our earlier life in an effort to write new endings, but if we approach these reparative relationships without awareness or a firm grasp on reality, and with an inability to set limits, we are unlikely to have the same outcomes as before.

If, on the other hand, we understand our vulnerabilities, see clearly through the illusions of our desires and the distortions of our fears, and find the courage to protect ourselves from those who would use us without regard for our separateness, we can change the course of our own lives. Choosing healthy friends and lovers is a very good place to begin”

the me me generation time magazine cover

But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine…


Sean: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right?

[Will nods]

Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.