Category Archives: Art(s)

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac

La Grande Bellezza

Paulo Sorrentino’s 2013 film, La Grande Bellezza is just that: a great beauty. The Oscar-winning film, which depicts the Prufrock-like life of 65 year-old literary artist, Jep Gambardella (played masterfully by  Toni Servillo), is pensive paean to the city in which it

La Grande Bellezza

Paulo Sorrentino’s 2013 film, La Grande Bellezza is just that: a great beauty. The Oscar-winning film, which depicts the Prufrock-like life of 65 year-old literary artist, Jep Gambardella (played masterfully by  Toni Servillo), is pensive paean to the city in which it

Created Creative: For Mama Maya

I credit Dr. Maya Angelou as being one of my first influences in literary culture (after Dickens) and certainly as a gateway drug into the dervish dance that is the world of the arts. She is oft quoted as having

Created Creative: For Mama Maya

I credit Dr. Maya Angelou as being one of my first influences in literary culture (after Dickens) and certainly as a gateway drug into the dervish dance that is the world of the arts. She is oft quoted as having

“Whosoever Sows Desire…”

“Whosoever sows desire harvests oppression” – Karl Marx   No, I have not read Marx’s Theses on Feuerbach (or The German Ideology for that matter), though I really should. I am quoting from Muriel Barbery’s deliciously heady novel, The Elegance of The Hedgehog, which

“Whosoever Sows Desire…”

“Whosoever sows desire harvests oppression” – Karl Marx   No, I have not read Marx’s Theses on Feuerbach (or The German Ideology for that matter), though I really should. I am quoting from Muriel Barbery’s deliciously heady novel, The Elegance of The Hedgehog, which

The Heights of Machu Picchu

Down through the blurred splendor, down through the night of stone, let me plunge my hand and let the ancient heart of the forgotten throb within me like a bird imprisoned for a thousand years! Today let me not forget

The Heights of Machu Picchu

Down through the blurred splendor, down through the night of stone, let me plunge my hand and let the ancient heart of the forgotten throb within me like a bird imprisoned for a thousand years! Today let me not forget

Red…For Filth!

I am an unabashed enthusiast of gay Drag culture and drag queens in general. Perhaps my fascination was inculcated by exposure to films such as Victor Victoria (in which Julie Andrews plays a woman pretending to be man pretending to

Red…For Filth!

I am an unabashed enthusiast of gay Drag culture and drag queens in general. Perhaps my fascination was inculcated by exposure to films such as Victor Victoria (in which Julie Andrews plays a woman pretending to be man pretending to