At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night… I wished I were […]Continue Reading
Symbiotic relationships between words and images. The words — that borrow a lot from literature, poetry, philosophy, sociology, economics, religion, and neuroscience— are written by outstanding (famous or totally unknown) authors, artists, humanitarians, scientists and change-makers of all times. The images — made under different circumstances and at diverse latitudes — are provided by Lerario Photos’ visual storytellers.
Imperialism is a system of exploitation that occurs not only in the brutal form of those who come with guns to conquer territory. Imperialism often occurs in more subtle forms, a loan, food aid, blackmail. We are fighting this system that allows a handful of men on Earth to rule all of humanity. — Thomas […]Continue Reading
Looking out my window watching the day go by. Looking out my window asking myself questions why, why, why. Looking out my window watching the cars go by. Looking out my window wanting to cry. Looking out my window watching nature. Looking out my window wonderin’ why the world has hatred. Looking out my window […]Continue Reading
It’s 4 a.m. I’ve struggled for the last hour to go to sleep. But, I can’t. Yet again, I am tossing and turning, unable to shut down my brain. Why? Because I am stressed about my students. Really stressed. I’m so stressed that I can only think to write down what I really want to […]Continue Reading
He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different colour, weaving in and out of one another like aliquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity; and Iff explained that these were the Streams of Story, that each coloured strand represented and […]Continue Reading
I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited. ― Jorge Luis BorgesContinue Reading
The enemy for the fanatic is pleasure, which makes it extremely important to continue to indulge in pleasure. Dance madly. That is how you get rid of terrorism. — Salman RushdieContinue Reading