Art Journal
El arte y el olvido
Here it is, my friends, our virtual library! Over the past two weeks you’ve answered my call to build a virtual library, and the result is quite the fascinating and eclectic collection. There’s a summer read in here for everyone. I loved our project. I’m thinking we
Notebooks
Notebooks
“Hoy es el día más hermoso de nuestra vida, querido Sancho. Los obstáculos más grandes, nuestras propias indecisiones, nuestro enemigo más fuerte, el miedo al poderoso y a nosotros mismos. La cosa más fácil, equivocarnos. La más destructiva, la mentira y el egoísmo. La peor derrota, el desaliento. Los defectos
I can’t recall if it’s either in Zarathustra or Beyond Good And Evil where Nietzsche writes that the spirit is a stomach. It’s so true, and we really are what we eat. These days algorithms are our dieticians, telling us what to read, listen, and experience. Social
Art Journal
Heavy metal as a force of civilization.
Poetry
Politics
The new political developments in the USA signify a transformation in the very nature of power.
Poetry
What winds of light you breathe! That when they shine through me I’m as good as air, Dandelion dust suspended in your light. Your golden hands carry me, Take me down fields and forests And scatter me about the bounty of life That devours every piece of me. You
Essays and poetry by Santiago Sánchez-Cordero
August 10, 2023 at 8:32 AM Orcas yesterday, five of them, their fins obsidian knives slashing the waves. Earlier I had gone for a swim in an outdoor pool. The afternoon was cool and overcast, but strangely it was when the clouds were parting, and the sun was allowed
The robin and his bug.
Call me to your company, distant sun! Tear me from all this earthly pettiness. The dormant blazes of my feathers dawn As skyward mirrors to your effulgence. Concentric tower of spiraling winds— Climb me towards undisturbed solitude Where people shrink to stains remote and dim Under rolling seas of infinitude.
This week’s newsletter was originally about David Lynch. However, I received an interesting email from a reader last week regarding my previous post about Robert Eggers’ Nosferatu. With their permission I publish what they wrote to me so I can answer on my blog: “I don’t get how
Vampires and bicycles.
Cosmic awe: a case for compassion.
My body is at the beginning and end of time. The past is memory’s invention, the future angst or hope: present is movement making me, my life yearning the expression of momentum breaking the seal of the Now; this blood and flesh thirsting for the moment’s start, and
He who jumped into the void.
Reflections on interpretation
March 22, 2024 at 11:49 AM Fascinating and fleeting dream last night. I was reading Ariosto and dozed off. The dream was more of a vision. I was not participating in it, but just observing its beauty. I was on the ground facing upwards to an immense cherry blossom,
August 23, 2023 at 9:58 AM Caught an insect yesterday, quite similar to a mantis in form and color, with great crystal wings. It would comb its antennae like a girl wringing and brushing her hair with long, delicate gestures.
And why the silence, and why your wintry night, Poor heart? Will you not give me a single rose? Did I neglect your hearths and faded torchlights? Your lone fields lay smothered in unyielding snows Where walks no moonlight, and your constellations Detach and blow as scintillating blizzards Down darkness
