hebdo.wanderLust:when it rains...

i was on th last leg of my 21-hour train ride from barcelona to weimar, having made th connection to th

'goethe' intercity express from paris to prague in fulda, when a copy of 'le monde' in th seat across th aisle

caught my eye...robert kramer, expatriate american filmmaker, was dead of complications from meningitis @ th

age of sixty... i guess i was not meant to meet th man. when i left puerto rico back @ th end of july, my

friend 'puchi' platón had promisd to e-mail me his whereabouts as part of some informal introductory document.

when she first mentioned kramer to me, i vaguely recognised th titles to some of his films- like 'people's

war', done as part of th 'newsreel' group (don't quote me on that name- i'm not tout a fait sur that's it...)

speaking of glaring errors, le monde said kramer had edited footage of venezuelan guerrilleros under th alias

'robert remark' into a documentary titled 'faln'- as far as i know, only my fellow boricua revolutionaries use

that acronymic handle- is there a venezuean guerrilla group sharing th name or is le monde totally out of it?
...as i sat down to finally write this obit, eulogy, memorial to another of
those mentor-teachers i never got to meet- it's thursday evening & i've bn
mulling it over since i read th news last sunday- th first news on my yahoo
home page informs me of th death of paul bowles...
out of this recent spate of losses, rafael alberti was th one overtly
political exile, & th one to return home for some sort of reconciliation...is
it more difficult to return to th u.s. of a. than it is to more obviously,
politically oppressive countries? i know i cd heartfully identify w/ a
statement by mario benedetti in a recent interview, who has returned to an
uruguay that is not th country he once left- he spoke of a sense of being
doubly exiled, finding himself missing th life he was forced to make for
himself as a political refugee in spain- th friends he made during th long
years in madrid, th streets he made his home, th city he inhabited, th
country & particular castillian version of spanish, mediterranean culture he
learned to make his social, cultural, professional, emotional niche in...
i have some deeply felt, if contradictory emotions about th land of th
free/home of th brave as stepmother country, source of dreams of unlimited
opportunity...i'm not a nationalist & as a matter of fact, if anything, i'm
increasingly suspicious of allegiances to land, country & flag & thus, more &
more of an anarchist as i grow older...how do i build a home on this
emotional quicksand, feeling like an exiled newyorker as much as i do a
rocknroll-&-internationalised-trash-culture-loving puertorrique~o??
i guess this is one of th themes of my wanderlust webpage, journals & related
endeavors, & one i hope will find echo in th feelings of firends, family &
growing audience in these postmodern, postindustrial, & soon-to-be
postmillenial times...!
to quote th late, dour ian curtis, singing w/ th band that later became 'new
order'- (quick! what was th name of th band while ian was alive to sing w/ em
& why was it a controversial name?)
love/will tear us apart/again...
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