The door

G. had finally found a door to his size. (Montreal, June 3019). And he opened it… An old pick-up & radio was playing a Charleston. Absolutely nothing happened. Ai Weiwei expo. Mexico, 2029. “The wire” wrapped its final season. Then came the eagle, looking for the rabbit. The Chinelo dancer froze. The young girl finished her ice-cream.…

Green river

“I can hear the bull frog callin’ me” “Well, take me back down where cool water flow, y’all” “Let me remember things I love” “Stoppin’ at the log where catfish bite, “Walkin’ along the river road at night,” “Barefoot girls dancin’ in the moonlight-ee”. Pencil, crayon and water colour. Portrait of a young woman dancing…

Street art somewhere

American History. Guarani art, Asunción, Paraguay. Look at life through pink glasses. Mexico city. Putin was here. Or was it Kilroy? Mexico. Guarani eyes, Asunción. Gimme your hand. Asunción. Fly, little bird, fly. Asunción. Imperialism shall prevail. Mexico. “Alas, poor Yorrick. I knew him well, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of excellent fancy.” (Hamlet).…

Malaika

I have many names. Some call me Malaika. Others call me Malak al-mawt. Some call me Red, or the Angel of Death. Others call me Azraela. Who calls me that? Gabriella, Raphaëla, Mikaëla. We are the Angelas. Angelas? Not Angels? Yes. I ‘m afraid some things were lost in translation. Have no fear, dear Reader. We…

A black cat in Montmartre

In the old days, Montmartre was the end of some Metro lines. “Direction Montmartre”. Not any more. It’s actually hard to find the appropriate station to go to “Matha’s hill”. I recommend Lamarck-Caulaincourt. No stairs, just walk up from the back. (The first half of this post has just been wiped out by WP. Grrr.…

My Lord Buddha and the elephant

“What is your name, my son?” “My name is Philip, my Lord. Man calls me Tembo, the elephant.” “Where do you come from, my son Philip? You do not look like your cousins from here.” “I was born in Tsavo my Lord Buddha. In what Man calls Africa. My family was born here for thousands…

The Red Lord

I am the High Lord, Red is my colour, Hatred my word, I have no honour. I am the red Lord Sweet is the song of blood Quick is my sword Slaughter, massacre and flood Are my trade. To no end, Mercy you bade. I am the last fiend. Terror is your fate Carnage my…