Four days until the second season of this show will air I am writing my thoughts. Briefly. No spoilers included.
Stranger Things is a great goddamn TV show. It starts in a rather cliched manner, with some evil entity scaring the crap out of the audience, and then some evil government organisation, but after the first three episodes it becomes something else. It has a sort of hallucinogenic effect on you – there are a bunch of characters all acting crazy, and you’ve got some kids who are the only ones who are reasonable enough to do the right thing. Continue reading
“A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.” — V. Vale
We are born and then we die. And in between we do something that is called living.
But that is not enough.
We need others to know that we have lived.
“I was here.” Continue reading
All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too.
Madness. Defined as a different way of seeing things, of perceiving reality. Madness, defined as obsession, as being persistent against all odds, being unreasonable in the face of obstacle.
Madness. The artists’s way of suffering, of being plagued by self-doubt and depression and numerous addictions.
Madness. Being unable to form social relations with others. Being different. Being awkward.
Madness. The lonely voice of despair you hear when there’s nothing but darkness and silence around you.
Madness. To give up on the immediate pleasures of life for the opportunity to create something that might endure for eternity.
Madness. Without it, there wouldn’t be art.
“Why is it that the words we write for ourselves are always better than the words we write for others?” – Finding Forrester
The truth is that writers write for a million different reasons. Maybe they even write for no reason at all. But I believe that it happens to every writer to write at least a short story, a poem, a play, something with no expectations at all. Just because. Just for the fun of it. Continue reading
“To classify it [the novel] as perfect is neither an imprecision nor a hyperbole.” – Jorge Luis Borges
“The Invention of Morel may be described, without exaggeration, as a perfect novel.” – Octavio Paz
This is what two literary titans had to say about Adolfo Bioy Casares’ best work. His magnum opus. The Invention of Morel. An odd piece of work, difficult to define as science fiction, almost impossible to define it as something else.
Not nearly as famous as his lifelong friend, Jorge Luis Borges, Casares is every bit as talented. A great visionary, a wonderful stylist (as most South American writers are), Casares is well the time and effort to read.
“Is there any difference between our desires becoming reality, and our desiring what is already real? What matters is that our will and reality agree with one another.”
“OK, I got Velazquez portrait of the Pope Innocent X. Quite an ambivalent study of absolute power. And here comes Francis Bacon. Despite never having seen this painting in person, Bacon became so obsessed with it that he compulsively repainted it over and over again, each version more horrific than the previous. […] It’s not until an artist finds his obsession that he can create his most inspired work.” – Anamorph
Obsession is a nasty word. Or so most people think.
Obsession and vice go hand in hand. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, adverbs, and obsessions.
But art is also built by people who are obsessed with the act of creating beauty. People who have a certain vision and will stop at nothing to achieve it.