Tour of Babel
“I am the one who does not believe in anything or anyone any more. I am the common man.”
When people ask if I’m Walalo, I never know what to say because it doesn’t sound like something I should own.
It strikes me as sad that some haven’t seen what should be obvious.
It took me ten years to learn how to write about my father, about his life and death, about how I was still learning to live without him. I am still learning.
This is the problem with cheeky, where you can’t see it as innocent: it’s so cheeky you don’t take it seriously.
They are all fools and nou-choi in a sense; none of them have the sense to confront the master.
The most Jewish emotion, Naches, belongs in the language of exile.
Choriplaneros and the New Right
The news from Brazil: a mamata vai acabar.