“How would it be to open the picture on a San Francisco street with a series of cuts of upturned faces, some stationary, others moving slowly along, and what they are looking at is an unusual number of sea gulls flying above the buildings of the city. We could...
“Black pony, big moon, and olives in my saddlebag. Although I know the roads I’ll never reach Cordoba.” —from Rider’s Song by Federico Garcia Lorca It’s too bad that my understanding of slavery is so influenced by movies like Django Unchained...
“Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.” —From Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Try walking around with a little puppy in your arms or on a leash, all fresh...