(picture one: IMMACULADA CONCEPTION, Francisco de Zurbaran; picture two: a piece of my writing on the back of a T) literature. apophatic theology. the link between desire, eros and prayer. music. the invisible. myths about the origin of evil. "negative" space. philosophy. the reconciliations of faith with reason i.e. plato and aristotle via thomas aquinas. the structure of paradox. architecture. medieval cathedrals. mind over matter. freedom unbound. figures in exile. taking long walks through the woods of umbria, italy, with my dogs. swimming in hawaii with my buddy kika, accompanied by the songs of big bellied whales and the proximity of great whites. going to conferences and hearing authors speak about their work. museum trips. museum sleepovers. dream analysis. alternative lifestyles. wine, fine champagne, absynthe and purple flowered ganja buds. i'll take jung over freud any day. riding unicorns across a green field through a fine mist of rainbowcolored light-motes. writing whatever i feel like writing on the virtual page. falling in love relentlessly and unconditionally with everything and everyone. being a friend to my family, my loved ones and all sentient beings, including my self and tiny red beetles. watching painters paint. TRUTH, in all forms, even when its to my own detriment. PR of fuck (consultations by appointment). creating a community of RAW and freestylin freaks.
the genies in the fingers and brains of the artists and friends i admire. the ghosts in the machine of my mind. old friends that walked and crossed the line.
naturally, music, naturally.
ingmar bergman, stanley kubrick, pedro almodovar, francois truffaut, woody allen, wim wenders, ken loach, michelangelo antonioni, bernardo bertolucci, federico fellini, lars von trier, fritz lang, alfred hitchcock, akira kurosawa, martin scorsese. francis ford coppola and anything with johnny depp.
useless and pointless fun without sound on fast surfing it's like a freak show.
(gustave dore', illustration for dante's paradiso) the divine comedy (dante), anything charles dickens, dostoevski's "the idiot" (i love epileptics), tolstoj ; poetry is a must (dickinson, bishop and plath are the ladies of american verse); mallarme, villon, rimbaud and baudelaire are my adored among the french; holderlin and rilke rank highest above the nothern border; ee cummings cause he freestyles; the american beats, bob dylan's lyrics and joseph arthur's "notes from the road" volume One. i am into the haphazard logic of nietzsche; flaubert and proust are master stylists; chaucer cracks me up, milton paved the way for blake, who said it all, and set off keats, shelley and coleridge into romantic spasms; beckett was not only the most beautiful man that ever lived but a literary genius that with godot exposed the mammoth scarecrow of modernity ; joyce invented a new language but he never found a home, yeats moves me to tears (especially when recited by my buddy chris campion, singer of the knockout drops, comedian of many trades and author to be); toni morrison and cornel west break it down; homer and sappho must be thanked for having given us ulysses, penelope and lady lovers; ovid's odes (pure music), vergil's eclogues and "the aeneid"; the "apocryphal" gospels:i am glad the gospel of judas was found because it states the obvious. why do people always overlook the obvious? epistemology has a knack for complication. that's why it is fundamental to strip ourselves of cultural impositions and return to our essential being by including rumi and krishnamurti in our libraries. and a bit of marquis de sade, just for the sick fuck of it. jungs' "answer to job" and hanna arendt's "the banality of evil" are must haves (evil is truly and appallingly banale).
I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be Heroes, just for one dayAnd you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is thatThough nothing, will keep us together We could steal time, just for one day We can be Heroes, for ever and ever What d'you say?I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, for ever and ever Oh we can be Heroes, just for one dayI, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one dayI, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one dayWe can be Heroes We can be Heroes We can be Heroes Just for one day We can be HeroesWe're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one dayOh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day(David Bowie)