"My Bed", Hôtel La Lousiane”, 1986 - Nan Goldin By Julie Lautier, originally published on CRASH MAGAZINE In the tormented and quarantined night of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, only one hotel resists: La Louisiane. The ghosts of Beauvoir, Sartre, Cossery, Miller, Twombly who once inhabited it continue to pass by the travelers in the labyrinthine corridors, who hope …
LOCKDOWN/CURFEW BLUES (& LONELY SKINS)
“We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own lonely skins as long as we live on this earth.” -Marlon Brando, in The Fugitive Kind, directed by Sidney Lumet, 1960 Marlon Brando
HENRY MILLER: NO SORROWS, NO REGRETS…
Henry Miller, Big Sur/California, 1950 "I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day." * "I tell you, struggle is what is missing …
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SON OF A NIETZSCHE
"It is increasingly apparent to me that the philosopher, who is necessarily a man of tomorrow and the day after, has in every age found and had to find himself in contradiction to his today: his enemy every time was the ideal of the day." F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
Oh! l’amour n’est rien, s’il n’est pas de folie…
Photo: Leonard Freed "Il y a deux routes qui mènent à la vie. L'une est la route ordinaire, directe et honnête. L'autre est dangereuse, elle prend le chemin de la mort, et c'est la route géniale." * "Oh! l'amour n'est rien, s'il n'est pas de folie, une chose insensée, défendue et une aventure dans le …
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PARIS POETRY 