My long journey to Paterson

I meant to sit down and write about many other movies. “Moonlight”, for instance, made me experience stomach pangs unlike any I had felt in a while and that, indeed, I had forgotten. I was there with the characters during the long, tension-filled, concluding scene, feeling their fear, hesitation, shame, resolve to go through with what they must. It tired me but, in the end, … Continue reading My long journey to Paterson

One hundred and some lines

Above, Paul Cézanne's Leda and the Swan

Below, a personal reflection that rings true and universal. Especially on this day, an hour before Donald Trump begins his presidency, instead of changing our profile photos, tweeting our loss of hope, crying publicly over Obama and, overall, taking pleasure and indulging in our "despair", these lines reminded me that we can also think about how we got here. To take a gentle, perhaps scary step back rather than run aggressively, blindly forward. Although there are no clear answers, in the lines of this poem or elsewhere, for that matter, there is something to be said about pointing fingers everywhere, equally, indiscriminately and being truthful with ourselves.

Continue reading "One hundred and some lines"

The Bridge, Rejection, Give It Up!, and A Little Fable: Kafka’s short masterpieces

There is no better literature than the kind that makes you seek to understand but never reveals itself to you in its entirety. The moment you think you understand, you recall yet another word or phrase you conveniently forgot on your path to clear answers. To this literature, you must return…and return. The Bridge I was stiff and cold, I was a bridge, I lay … Continue reading The Bridge, Rejection, Give It Up!, and A Little Fable: Kafka’s short masterpieces

Seneca, My Latin Lover

One of the letters from Roman philosopher Lucius Annaeus Seneca to his friend, Lucilius Junior will be the reason I finally learn Latin. Greetings from Seneca to Lucilius Continue to act thus, my dear Lucilius—set yourself free for your own sake; gather and save your time, which til lately has been forced from you, or filched away, or has merely slipped from your hands. Make … Continue reading Seneca, My Latin Lover

Love in perfect measures from the “Little Tailor”

The Little Tailor is a story of love, loyalty and forgiveness. However, if we are willing to accept that loyalty isn’t necessarily constant (and something we should not demand of others as much as we do) and that forgiveness becomes necessary only when we assume that loyalty should be, than we take away the buffers and understand that the film is solely and simply about … Continue reading Love in perfect measures from the “Little Tailor”

Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell

The more I think back to this short story, the more I cannot think of a better metaphor than the phrase “shooting an elephant”. A metaphor for many things, for everything. For doing something unnecessarily cruel. For the loss of something only seemingly light. For the fall of something grand, like a peaceful and prosperous empire. For imprisoning yourself, and killing the greatest, most fundamental, … Continue reading Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell