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Monthly Archives: July 2016
My Own Equators
I like to travel south. The further south in Europe I go, the more comfortable I feel. I’m often following a pull, the force of personal migration. The compass point opens up more and more exhilaration. It’s as if I’m … Continue reading
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Tagged France, Hotel de Ville, Latvia, Lithuania, Mediterranean, Paris
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Paris tends the Flowers of Evil
If Paris is still a poem, it’s a 19th century poem. It’s a poem of dualities, and that’s good and bad. In spite of the century and a half that has passed, Baudelaire’s masterpiece, Les Fleurs du Mal, … Continue reading
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Tagged Age of Terror, beggars, Europe, homeless, Paris, refugee crisis, SDF
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Banyuls Earth Art
There is a mythical hillside in the Pyrenees that is superb earth art. Every time I drive the serpentine path of patterned vines, I think of Robert Smithson’s Spiral Jetty from 1970, and Christo’s curtains. This anonymous collaboration in Banyuls, … Continue reading
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Tagged Banyuls, Cami de Anicet, Port Bou, Spanish Civil War, Walter Benjamin
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Camus’ Small Middle Ground
It’s surprising how obscure Albert Camus’ grave is, outside the small town of Lourmarin in the French Luberon. If we hadn’t had to make a U-turn on a Provencal country road, and turned into the cemetery while being hounded by … Continue reading
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Tagged Albert Camus, Algerian War, L'Etranger, Lourmarin, Luberon, Myth of Sisyphus, Nobel Prize, Sartre, The Rebel, The Stranger
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