In the loneliness of the immensity of the night, sometimes, the schoolgirl comes forward and speak to P, words he haven’t heard for nearly four decades, already. In P’s life, now, the past, present, and future, have become a single, all encompassing, time space, the past, sometimes, acquiring an overbearing presence. As P lives in this continuous space, he just … Read More
You are right, these lines have been written before, I am writing them again because that moment flagmarked by those words, written yesterday, a moment that lasted no more than a few seconds, not even a full minute, has remained clinging inside me, eating the innards of my mind, those seconds starving for a because is the because of repeating … Read More
The gentle ruffle of spring in the sparrows’ song I hear.
I first saw her a year ago, A rainy winter evening. She came up my balcony, Had a bite, Then disappeared. Late summer she was here Again. Every day She inspected my kitchen. She approved it. She inspected Domi’s bed. She approved it. Long afternoon were spent, Snoozing, As the fall settled in. December came. She decided I needed A … Read More
I closed my eyes for a moment as I listened to the hum of the city filtering through the open window, yet another sound filled my ears, the song of the cicadas, another time, another place…
In the interview that Victor Erice gave at the BFI for the re-release of El Sur, he said that Hollywood cinema abuses music, as the images are already dead, a music which is used as an attempt to revive the cinematographic corpse. He spoke about the music inherent in the images themselves, in the cadenza and rhythm of the visual … Read More