Wednesday, May 20, 2009
reborn: journals and notebooks, 1947-1963
scent of desire
summer i missed you. missed you so.
sin nombre, was a film that made me cover my eyes, clinch my teeth, and wipe away some tears. throughout i could almost smell the fear and desperation in the principles. one of the silent characters that resonated most with me (aside from the trains and scenery) were the the tattoos. thier integral role of identifying gangs, despite current adherence, remain a caustic mark.
reminded me of a tattoo artist that donated time and ink to cover up old gang tattoos to retired/former members.
during a quiet moment when the removal of a tattoo signifies the resignation of the main character's past- was poignancy at its best.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
to do list
i am cuba (again)
the creak runs red
unknown passage: the dead moon story
new modern wing
get out of town