I have a question…
Have you ever wondered where you end and where others begin? Does it stop with your body or the perimeter surrounding it? Are you sure?
Are you also present, in a way, wherever your thought goes? Or are you completely confined within the limits of your skin?
My heart is a strange country. One minute she speaks one language and the next, another. It’s like a flesh version of Switzerland. It’s also like an Independent Republic that the ex-dictators filled with landmines you should watch out for. I’ve been trying to dismantle them but I can’t remember exactly where they were placed. Continue reading
When my brother brought home a tiny pigeon and said that he was going to be our new pet; that we’d give him flight lessons; turn him into the most powerful bird on earth; and then, when he became a giant and benign flying monster, he’d take us away into the Sun, I believed him. Continue reading
If you’ve been experiencing any unwanted barking in your life lately, maybe you will enjoy some Billy Collins for your Sunday symphony. Continue reading
Written & Directed by Mike Mills / Release: June 3, 2011 / R, 105 min
When Richard Sánchez, a.k.a. the Creator of this space, asked me offered me the chance to drop my artsy-ricardsy critiques and impressions in a corner of his site – more exactly, where any dog would kindly pee — I said, “Ok. But no smartass reviews.”
I’ve known Richard for at least five years, quite indirectly, just a computerized and highly caffeinated version – or else where does he get all his acid humor? I met him through another Verbose Alchemist who also marks his territory in the corners of this page, the Muñoz Melancholia – much more apocalyptic than Lars Von Trier’s (do call on Mario whenever you find yourself too annoyingly cheerful).