Remembering New York, imagining New York

It must have been Erota

luring me with her

olives and her wine

Hitler said ” Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?” to counter the argument that it would be impossible to “get away” with wiping out the Jews. That´s what pushing a genocide under the rug will do; beget another one.

There´s no more reality on Facebook than on the Hollywood-style broadcast of the Irak war.

Though I knew little about Ebert and had never seen him, in my mind, he was not necessarily a “nice” man, more like a Neptune with his trident, letting films pass in front of him, and decreeing which ones would live and which ones would be sentenced to death.

I have a friend who is obsessed with muses. She keeps saying, jokingly, “what did she have that I don´t?” referring to women like Gala, who inspired Paul Éluard, Max Ernst and Salvador Dalí alike.

This land of low clouds
and scattered islands

No, this is not a post about how wonderful it is to travel round the world. It is about the death of children, the most unnatural of all unnatural things upon our ailing Earth.

The only thing that this little Caribbean island, not to be confused with the Dominican Republic, is known for is because the famous writer Jean Rhys once lived there.