Another voyage in space and time. (Not again?!)
A quick nap. Casa de las campanas. House of bells. Tlalpan. 2017. (I liked the previous colour better.)
The eyebrow workshop. Paris. 2015.
Maasaï warriors. Amboseli National Park, Kenya. 1967.
Chinelos dancers. Two weeks ago, literally around the corner of our house. There are many traditional dances in Mexico in the villages, developed over the past centuries to blend pre-Colombian and Spanish customs. The word Chinelo comes from Nahuátl xineloquie, disguised. The masks – once in wood, now in fabric – are made to mock the Spaniards’ beard and uplifted, over-confident chin.
Solitude. Baroque church, 17th century. State of Minas Gerais, Brazil. 1975. (My second trip to Brazil. I’ll come back to that in another post.)
The drunken boat. Arthur Rimbaud. 1871. Saint-Sulpice is just around the corner. Paris. 2015.
I followed for full months, a-like a vileness
Hysterical, the swell, charging on the reef,
Dreaming not that the luminous feet of Marys
Could force the muzzle of lazy Oceans!
My own… hasty translation. I have looked for a few English versions, none very good. The best, I believe is Samuel Beckett’s. (Had to be!) Here is the link for those of you poetry inclined:
London. 2002. In front of the National gallery if I recall.
Cyprus, 1967. Just after the six-day war. This Greek statue is likely in the Turkish zone: the face has been carved out to follow Islam’s prohibition of the representation of the human face.
Gare du Nord. Northern Station. Paris 2016.
Danzón. (Dance-on) Tlalpan, Mexico. 2017.
“Captainji” and crew thank you for sailing on yet another Equinoxio Drunken time-space boat. Until next flight, wish you a day full of light…