Dancing with the memories of an ephemeral life

All that you touch, All that you see, All that you taste, All you feel, All that you love, All that you hate All you...

Imagination and game

In art (and life, too) there is passive and active imagination. We tap into passive imagination to grasp the art of the others. To feel a...

Carpe fuckin’ diem

There is this chimeric aphorism which emerged from the lips of Horace (the oh-captain-my-captain Robin Williams) and we adopted: Carpe diem, seize the day,...

Spring equinox on the Planet of Humans

«Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your...

The fine balance of orgasm

Wilhelm Reich was an eccentric and controversial thinker-writer for sure. Some hold him up as a hero, a great mind that society refused to accept...

Children need parents, not servants

  A beautiful spring day when the sun made its appearance again after a short break, I took my son to the neighborhood’s playground. As...