I have only three drafts left to correct and complete for posting on this blog before taking a break in August 13th. I do need a break. I think as well that Ariel herself would want me to stop and rest –at least with respect to this blog of hers. This is not a draft… Continue reading The Last Nice Picture
Half-buried Dog (Perro Semi-hundido, in Spanish) is one of the names usually given to this painting by Francisco de Goya y Lucientes. It shows the head of a small dog looking upwards to something invisible to the viewer. The dog itself is quite lost in the vastness of the rest of the image, which is […]… Continue reading Perro Semihundido – Half-buried Dog – A beloved work by Francisco de Goya (seen from beyond…)
I recently posted a fragment of this oil painting by Alyssa Monks –Morning after II– on my personal blog (here. I’m also using it now as a header pic for my “posts page”, with a touch of green and violet added), but I am sure Ari would have posted it differently; better than me; like… Continue reading A Painting with Soul: ‘Morning After II’ by Alyssa Monks
I feel that this post -like so many others- belongs in here as well.
A hesitant digression about gender variability and fluidity
Gender roles and conventions have annoyed me all my life, especially since I have never clearly known what my gender was and is. I’m serious; I more or less assumed a sexual identity (I’m physically a male and this fact was acceptable to me, with some reserves and many peculiarities and deviations), but I deeply ignored my gender until I understood –or perhaps decided– I had none and, thus, I was agender. Anyway, this was still wrong…
Being physically masculine in the essential bits, and with a general look somewhat more masculine than anything else, I tended to adopt publicly a gender expression which was more masculine than feminine, neutral or whatever it could be. (I won’t talk about my sexual orientation(s) because I do not need to within the scope of this post.)
Anyway, my surroundings were peculiar and puzzling to…
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Originally posted on INVISIBLE FORMS:
Oh God… I’m so sorry, I’m speechless to say anymore than this: May you be close up to Bach’s Spirit, playing the organ at his side. Soli Deo Gloria. My warmest affection to you, Timothy. You were truly kind with Ariel and also with me, and you played Bach’s Music…
Xan mo ilo, kamlale! Pale si ma e zhivindi jag… These are Rromani words meaning “Eat my heart, my beloved ones! While I still keep the flame of life…” So why do I want my heart eaten?… How?… By whom?… To the first –rhetorical– question my answer is simple: because I need love now beyond… Continue reading Xan mo ilo! – Eat my heart!
… It always was and still is. And you always paid lavishly! So, I am completely sure you have got now all you lacked here. Including “him”. [In memoriam Ari Fontrodona ] – – – – [The images come from Charlie Chaplin Picture Database – these ones were scaned by Cineteca di Bologna as part… Continue reading The Price is Love