Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Friday, November 18, 2011

Something to say #1

It's not the sound
It's the booming
Of my heart.
That's what I miss

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Missed you very much

I'm back.

Weeping willows
Swaying ghost

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Saturday, June 18, 2011

chief Raoni


The chief Raoni cries when he learns that brazilian president Dilma released the beginning of construction of the hydroelectric plant of Belo Monte, even after tens of thousands of letters and emails addressed to her and which were ignored as the more than 600 000 signatures. That is, the death sentence of the peoples of Great Bend of the Xingu river is enacted. Belo Monte will inundate at least 400,000 hectares of forest, an area bigger than the Panama Canal, thus expelling 40,000 indigenous and local populations and destroying habitat valuable for many species - all to produce electricity at a high social, economic and environmental cost, which could easily be generated with greater investments in energy efficiency.

southern Sudan


From the series The violent cattle keepers of southern Sudan’s Pastoralist Tribes.

Pete Muller writes that these cattle keepers are members of the Dinka Rek sub-tribe, who describe themselves as a “brigade.” In this remote area of southern Sudan, there are no signs of the army or the police, and no government as such. Consequently, these men form a militia to protect themselves from marauders of other equally well-armed pastoralist groups in the area.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

"James Brown/Puerto Rican Rhythms/Into the Streets"


By the Last Poets, off of "Right On"
, 1969/1970. The three pieces were by Gylan Kain, Felipe Luciano, and David Nelson respectively.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

postpone death

Anais Nin quote: “I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.”

Audre Lourde

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Tracy Chapman - Talkin' Bout A Revolution


LOVE

In Living Color-Tracy Chapman Parody

Crossota alba


The jellyfish Crossota alba. Delicate jellyfish such as this thrive in the deep sea, where no wind, waves, or turbulence threaten to tear them apart, and are successful predators in spite of their fragility. In the quiet, dark environment this transparent, inch-wide animal sits motionless, with stinging tentacles arranged like fishing lines in a circle, and waits to encounter prey—ambushing, rather than stalking its food.

Larry Madin

Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”