All I do now is listen to ancient choral music. Voices in awe, voices coming from anywhere.

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Thom Yorke, "Analyse ( Read more... )

No one here who can see her in me ( Read more... )

, overwhelmed, I can hardly breathe when I think of who I have lost.

I try to remember what Keats had written on his grave: "Here lies on whose name was writ in water."

Bookended by scenes at a school for deaf children, the movie all but explains its title, a reference to the seemingly lost language of kindness and compassion. "Have you ever made somebody happy?" a character asks at one point.

"I know one day I'll go to Brazil with you."

Everything I did, you did with me.

The pleasures of early summer and the tranquility of Conde Duque -- the art-yuppie hood next to mine -- had been undermining my anti-Spain sentiments ( Read more... )

“Whenever, Wherever!”: The Discourse of Orientalist Transnationalism in the Construction of Shakira

Even if it slips into a top-down analysis of how Shakira was a pure Latin/Arab being before the recording industry got to her. Que va, she was probably listening to shitty arena rock and smoking fine Columbian weed!