Geomagnetic storms

I hate the fact that Boston gets no storms or thunderstorms. Even the rains are a rare occurrence.

It is amazing that right now as I sit in hot and dry Boston, there is a storm going on in another dark dimension of the planet's physiology. The geomagnetic field lines are in turmoil and for those charged particles that have traveled great distances to reach our horizons it is an exciting day. Hear them beckon toward the earth slowly turning in the dark. Feel their anticipation.





It is this sense of anticipation I miss in Boston. I miss the relentless monsoon rains that will drive every stray dog onto people's porches. Office-goers, the wild wind threatening to take away their umbrellas, giving up their homebound journey and standing under the thin tin-shed over some little tea-shop. Waiting. Their hearing washed out by the steady roar of rain curtains hitting asphalt roads and its drumming on the roof. Water collecting at their feet and gaining up to their ankles. Their vision stopping at the blurry curtain a meter in front. And at home their dependent children peer out the window, their little hearts quavering, wondering if their parents will ever come back home.

So I will settle for imagination. I will look at my NOAA weather forecast. I will hear the waves of car noise outside, rising and ebbing, and imagine that the roads are all slick with rainwater, and that the smallest movement of my blinds is actually a harbinger of moaning winds that will make me rise from my chair and close the window again.



"and one of the monks took me into his office
and he told me

the story of the sailor who had one nostril and breathed more deeply and fully underwater than a fish

of the night when the moon turned green and the fields began to burn

of the monk who visited the sun at night and therefore avoided being burnt to a cinder"

                  Joe Frank - Red Sea

Truffaut, The 400 Blows

" I still ask myself the question that has
tormented me since I was thirty years old:
Is cinema more important than life ?"

               - François Truffaut 

Bresson, Diary of a Country Priest


"Keep order all day long, knowing full well disorder will win out tomorrow."


Bergman, Persona


"Do you think i don't understand you? You chase a hopeless dream. This is your torment. You want to be, not to appear to be. To be in every instant conscious of yourself and watchful. And at the same time you realize the abyss that separates what you are for yourself from what you are for the others, and this makes you dizzy, scared to be discovered, scared to be left naked, to be unmasked, to be put again into your limits. Because every word is a lie, every smile a grimace. Which is the hardest role? To commit suicide? No, it's indecorous. It is better to find shelter in immobility, in mutism, so one avoids to lie; or one can hide from life, so one doesn't have to act, to show a fake face, or make unwanted gestures. Don't you think? This is what one thinks, but to hide it's not enough because, you know, life shows itself in a thousand different ways, and it's impossible not to react. Nobody cares if your reactions are true or false. Only in theatre that is important, and maybe not even there. I understand you, Elisabet.. and i almost admire you. For me, you have to keep on acting this role until the end, until you lose interest in it, and then you can leave it for another role, like you are used to do."