Then a miracle occurred. One of the last angels lingered, turned, and quietly approached me. I caught sight of his cavernous, staring, diamond eyes under the imposing arches of his brows. On the ribs of his outspread wings glistened what seemed like frost. The wings themselves were gray, an ineffable tint of gray, and each… Read More city of angels
This past April, Machado went back to Shanghai for the first time since 1946, accompanied by her husband, her daughters, and her grandsons. She’d avoided the visit for five decades, thinking it would be “too painful,” that she’d be reminded of the war or, worse, of how all her close family members had either passed… Read More shanghai saudade
George, Madrid 2004 Walking on a Friday night with John the Nigerian and George from Sierra Leone. Jaunty, bouncing down the bright slope lit in the glare of numerous headlights. There are no shadows. It seems Madrid is a city without shadows, whether violently over-exposed in the long sharp daylight or blanketed in electric night,… Read More gran via, 2004
Happy Together (1997), dir. Wong Kar Wai _______________________ I saw this movie about 13 years ago, and it changed the way I see. It still does.
For me it’s mostly the work of a filmmaker to find a shape, find a cinematic way of telling my life. It’s like a puzzle, and I think everybody is a puzzle. You put all the pieces together to make a portrait of somebody. It’s not like a confession–it’s nothing like this. It’s a collage:… Read More beaches