Joan Halifax
Roshi Joan Halifax: she and the Nomads Clinic bring caregivers to remote mountain villages in Nepal.
Michael Pollan's new book details the problem:
Been there, done that is the state to which most brains aspire.
Thank you for your words, dear Jeff. I'm thinking of you and hope that life is treating you gently!💘
So much love to you, dear Jeff!
my essay
My essay, "We Won't Need Saving," just published in the superb _Rawhead_! Link: rawheadjournal.org/rawhe.../bru...
It took me over a year to find a home for this essay.
But I kept on trying.
mourning dove
The messenger has arrived!
moonlight and window
My new essay, "Stay," just published in _Anti-Heroin Chic_! Link: heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/stay-by...
"I know that the affirmation of visibility
converts you into a sort of footed fire."
Love
Love on the platform!
yellow flowers
Yes, yes to all the yellows!
Beautiful man
What happens in some waiting rooms (photo by male_model_fantasy)!
Julio Torres
The wonders of Julio Torres and his _Fantasmas_!
painting by Leonora Carrington
Leonora Carrington's superb 1964 _The History of the Maya_!
Anita Berber by Otto Dix
Otto Dix's superb 1925 portrait of bisexual dancer and actress Anita Berber!
Conrad Veidt, 1919.
The wondrous (bisexual) Conrad Veidt--those eyes!--in 1919's _Different from the Others_. Directed by Richard Oswald, partially funded by Magnus Hirschfeld and his Institute for Sexual Science, it's the first openly sympathetic portrayal of gay men in cinema.
About Magnus Hirschfeld.
Yes: when the Nazis burned all those books in 1933, 20,000 of them belonged to the library of Hirschfeld's Institute for Sexual Science. An old and still current story, those attempts at erasure.
Leonora Carrington painting
Leonora Carrington's _Down Below_, from 1941. After beginning to repair herself from too many horrors in a world of human horrors, she wrote: "I suddenly became aware that I was both mortal and touchable and that I could be destroyed." An entire later life rose from those words.
My essay.
My new substack: brucebromley.substack.com/p/the-weathe...
"A blurted out cry, a kiss, they slip alongside you if you wait on what foretells them, the dart of something acidic on your tongue, mutating into sugar as it travels the passageway of your throat."
Wolf-love.
Wolf-love keeps my heart going, when love among human animals seems so thin and rare and miserly.
still from _Paris Is Burning_
Octavia in _Paris Is Burning_ knew: the barking is especially loud and lethal at this current global moment. How I wish that were otherwise.
snow and light
Some magic through and on the window.
pasolini
I'm thinking of and feeling with Pasolini these days, as I near the end of Olivia Laing's new novel, _The Silver Book_. How fortunate we were to have him here, in a world so steeped in unnecessary destructions.
me
Office hours amid the fog!
roses
Petals the color of lips when they've been kissing for a long time!
book cover
Harlots, Whores, and Hackabouts: some of the best people!
my essay
"Heart Hurt," my new substack, link: brucebromley.substack.com/p/heart-hurt
"A first person pronoun in the midst of vanishing, how does it speak?"
Happy Day to YOU!
Agnès Varda
Agnès Varda and the whale mural, a still from her 2008 _Les plages d'Agnès_. We rewatched this last night, and it made my heart a singing thing.
Tibetan box
The Tibetan box lifts up my heart during these mad days.
How kind of you to let me know!
roses
I'm trying to hold on to beauty in the face of the horrors of this nation.
snow light
Remember the light.