collaboration I started a new monthly magazine Frontline . One page per month where, until I throw, I can write more than photo captions. I do not know if this is the means, but I like the end.
This Friday was released the January issue, where I make my first collaboration. I'd love to buy it to read me, but not I'm going to demand (could I get that far). So the public here.
Sacrileges
I see out of the house of Big Brother 11 a transgender contestant, "and explain to Mercedes Mila on the set the key to his close relationship with another participant, paraplegic, with a revealing Case of 'De Profundis' by Oscar Wilde : "Where there is pain, there is holy ground." Amen, brother. Where there is pain there is always an area of \u200b\u200bprotection, worship and quiet, a mysterious hole that does not always correspond with the symbol erect. Thus, on the novel by Scott Heim , 'Mysterious Skin ', one of his players built on amnesia that caused the sexual abuse of his coach confident of an alien abduction that haunts him, a contact with the supernatural, the extraterrestrial, the sacredness of a not so distant past that saved from the truth, nor make you free.
Where there is pain. Where. Fewer among us rarely face to face, over a coffee with ice, a bottle of red wine or a gin and tonic, of Hendricks, with cucumber, please, we we're not one to speak of those who Dead, emaciated confidences we avoid pains not to generate new love who we want and we want so we do not ask me more. Strange that teen nudity, including liquor cheaper, louder and fears slums oversized, this facility we had to share, lewd and wounded, all that made us divine, sacred. I miss her and look in fiction, in the voices of others, in the body in dance. I appreciate that pain.
Where there is pain: in fairy Herta Muller, the latest Nobel laureate in literature. In the poems of Anne Sexton - "A woman is her own mother" - in the last days of Truman Capote on the first disc Antony Hegarty, the body of the dancers in tattooed skin , in finished superheroes of Watchmen, that jewel of Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons ; in newspapers Jean Cocteau - "Show your scars to the world. Be proud of them, exhíbete. And, for the love of God, charge for the show "- or in the penultimate book Hervé Guibert," The friend who saved my life ', which featured a young hustler English that was all the rage among the coolchic of Paris for 90 and Today, more than 15 years later, re-lease their intimacies to television orgies, though the cache date on the rise. Also his father and former pimp is out there, giving lurch literally in some programs. As if Cocteau had known Guibert and they planned together.
Where there is pain: in the constant display of survivors indecent television mixed with uncontrollable rage and revenge match against the doors of the courts, where sentences are heard officers who never met a terrible parental instinct Frankenstein a huge monster created in the laboratory of anger only from teeth for teeth and eyes for eyes, like the Big Brother , again, that reflects us, watching us and we chew, nothing more. We are not even food for the new gods. I hate the pain that is not removed ours of solitary confinement, but the whips vigilante pokes games, the fascists and the heroic mode lynching pay-per-view .
("Where there is pain, there is holy ground." Conversely, Oscar . Try to remove sand sacred, blessed terroir, and you will know. Try to ask open ditches with shovels of justice and memory and see how there those who cling to the pain of others to make untouchable and sacred that is not theirs).
I see out of the house of Big Brother 11 a contestant and I think that if it was not because I paid for it, would not see on TV: not at all good.
