Christine Schäfer
“Voi che sapete” is one of the signature songs on this weblog, so here we go. Axé.
“Voi che sapete” is one of the signature songs on this weblog, so here we go. Axé.
Claire Denis. La autopista del Sur. Emmanuèle Bernheim. We got here on a suggestion from the Spanish Professor. I have things set up now so I can see art films on two screens and this film is good for that since it is very painterly, with thick textures. In this film you have to notice … More Vendredi Soir
That is a refined video of some refined sculptures but in case anyone does not realize it Mictlantecuhtli is against rape culture. If you think I exaggerate or that women are simply not tolerant enough of certain things, then perhaps you can empathize a bit more if we talk about men. From Shakesville: Rape culture … More Review Session
Till of a sudden, May-be kill’d, unknown to her mate, One forenoon the she-bird crouch’d not on the nest, Nor return’d that afternoon, nor the next, Nor ever appear’d again. And thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea, And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather, Over the hoarse … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking IV
My limping laptop broke definitively and was donated to the computer recyclers yesterday. My cheap one is limping and is now my designated media computer (I have no television or stereo system, so I can justify a designated media computer). I am typing now on the netbook. I have a desktop at work. On the … More Laptops
Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together. This was what the mockingbirds sang. … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking III
This is the search term that most recently led someone to my blog: رقص جدید پشتو. I cannot read it but I think it is Persian or Pashto, not Urdu or Arabic. I can tell that it has to do with Khattak dance. Can you read it? Axé.
It seems that Mac McClelland, a journalist who wrote this and more for Mother Jones on Haiti, had a breakdown. This is about the breakdown and how she cured it. A writer at Slate had a serious problem with her having felt as she did and dealt with it as she did. Ms. interviewed her. … More Mac McClelland
Once Paumanok, When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing, Up this seashore in some briars, Two feather’d guests from Alabama, two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown, And every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand, And every day the she-bird crouch’d on … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking II
Lord Invader’s famous calypso is about imperialism and I rode past Point Cumana in a cab, mentioning it to the driver who, as we all knew, was also working for that Yankee dollar. I am glad you realize it, said he. Since the Yankees come to Trinidad Some of the young girls were more than … More On Lord Invader. On Tourism