I wanted to put together a playlist that was a bit of what you might hear if you had tuned into one of my broadcasts. I hope you find a few things you’ve not heard before – maybe a surprise or two.
To me, re-reading a story you’ve loved, after a distance of a few years or even decades, is delicious. (And so is this soup!)
The recurring faceless figures that can be found across his paintings attest to the felt anonymity of the system we are all a part of.
The way Parks presents his subjects, with so much affection and clarity, we feel that we love them, and this brings home the realities of fear and injustice in a new and powerful manner.
In English “Ikiru” means “to live,” and for the rest of the film Watanbe examines what it means to be alive, what it means to be human, and what makes being alive valuable to him.
Some very brief thoughts on the poetry of Robert Burns, and a recipe for vegetarian haggis
The night has its own visual rules, its own color wheel, and its own ethereal presence. Here, in the small hours, the world we see as mundane, cascades into dream.
The new snow forgot all boundaries between land and water.
This is a painfully relevant film, and everyone should watch it.
“For me, Art is a cry of joy that delivers me from anguish.”