That there are certain things that make me feel very angry and I can’t contain myself. It’s surprising.
Audrey Hepburn was not just a pretty face that wore nice clothes. Perfume and handbag hawkers need to step off.
“She had secretly danced for groups of people to collect money for the Dutch resistance. She later said, “The best audience I ever had made not a single sound at the end of my performances.””
You can be a refugee in your own country, in your own home. You are rootless and voiceless. You are not even a nuisance. You are invisible.
Irene 2011: Watch Roman Holiday with Mom, shore up fallen apple tree with Dad Mom and F, watch F and Dad try to roll a log across the yard, Dad telling us that he and Mom had surreptitiously rolled the log over from across the street when they cut it down this year, watch Francisco hang off of said tree to keep it upright and it barely moving, taking turns pruning trees with large saw, neighbors and passersby watching and commenting, bedroom redesign, then homemade apple cake with fallen apples, tea and Margaret Cho.
I think fall is here.
“Nonviolence is a wager — not so much on the goodness of humanity, as on its infinite complexity.” -Robert Inchausti
“Fantasy is what people want, but reality is what they need” – Lauryn Hill, MTV Unplugged No. 2.0
“That the native does not like the tourist is not hard to explain. For every native of every place is a potential tourist, and every tourist is a native of somewhere. Every native everywhere lives a life of overwhelming and crushing banality and boredom and desperation and depression, and every deed, good and bad, is an attempt to forget this. Every native would like to find a way out, every native would like a rest, every native would like a tour. But some natives – most natives in the world – cannot go anywhere. They are too poor. They are too poor to go anywhere. They are too poor to escape the reality of their lives; and they are too poor to live properly in the place where they live, which is the very place you, the tourist, want to go – so when the natives see you, the tourist, they envy you, they envy your ability to leave your own banality and boredom, they envy your ability to turn their own banality and boredom into a source of pleasure for yourself (18-19).”
“But what I see is the millions of people, of whom I am just one, made orphans: no motherland, no fatherland, no gods, no mounds of earth for holy ground, no excess of love which might lead to the things that an excess of love sometimes brings, and worst and most painful of all, no tongue (31).”