Meghan Daum | Nuance: A Love Story

The Uses and Misuses of Identity

Ireland’s Rising Star | Sally Rooney

Jane Fonda @ 80

Juana Olga Barrios | Domus, 2018

Was already obsessing with her novelist  López Barrio and her beautiful novel Niebla en Tánger, but it’s the fact that she puts one of my absolute favourite poems, Ithaca, by the Greek poet Cavafis, at the opening of the book, that really made me swoon (and I have never read it in Spanish, so . . . . triple swoon).


Cuando emprendas tu viaje a Ítaca
pide que el camino sea largo,
lleno de aventuras, lleno de experiencias.
No temas a los lestrigones ni a los cíclopes
ni al colérico Poseidón,
seres tales jamás hallarás en tu camino,
si tu pensar es elevado, si selecta
es la emoción que toca tu espíritu y tu cuerpo.
Ni a los lestrigones ni a los cíclopes
ni al salvaje Poseidón encontrarás,
si no los llevas dentro de tu alma,
si no los yergue tu alma ante ti.

Pide que el camino sea largo.
Que muchas sean las mañanas de verano
en que llegues -¡con qué placer y alegría!-
a puertos nunca vistos antes.
Detente en los emporios de Fenicia
y hazte con hermosas mercancías,
nácar y coral, ámbar y ébano
y toda suerte de perfumes sensuales,
cuantos más abundantes perfumes sensuales puedas.
Ve a muchas ciudades egipcias
a aprender, a aprender de sus sabios.

Ten siempre a Ítaca en tu mente.
Llegar allí es tu destino.
Mas no apresures nunca el viaje.
Mejor que dure muchos años
y atracar, viejo ya, en la isla,
enriquecido de cuanto ganaste en el camino
sin aguantar a que Ítaca te enriquezca.

Ítaca te brindó tan hermoso viaje.
Sin ella no habrías emprendido el camino.
Pero no tiene ya nada que darte.

Aunque la halles pobre, Ítaca no te ha engañado.
Así, sabio como te has vuelto, con tanta experiencia,
entenderás ya qué significan las Ítacas.


WOW is this woman talented, creative, and fascinating! ♥


Read about the Mayor of South Bend, Indiana who is exciting the Democratic Party.


September 24th on HBO.


The year my parents died
one that summer one that fall
three months and three days apart
I moved into the house
where they had lived their last years
it had never been theirs
and was still theirs in that way
for a while

echoes in every room
without a sound
all the things that we
had never been able to say
I could not remember

doll collection
in a china cabinet
plates stacked on shelves
lace on drop-leaf tables
a dried branch of bittersweet
before a hall mirror
were all planning to wait

the glass doors of the house
remained closed
the days had turned cold
and out in the tall hickories
the blaze of autumn had begun
on its own

I could do anything

W. S. Merwin | Collected Poems, 2011

Juana Olga Barrios | Domus, 2018

BETTE | 2018

SOLD and on her way to Ashland, Oregon.



I love the classics. I spent two years translating Virgil’s Aeneid from Latin to English when I was in high school and then continued with the Greeks and the Romans at university. Last night I had the enormous good fortune of seeing Euripides’s Bacchae at The Getty Villa, a play which imagines how the worship of Dionysus, god of wine and theater, developed in Thebes, his Greek birthplace. The god arrives with a chorus of Asian women who perform the festive and ecstatic music and dance associated with his rites. Angry with his aunts who deny that his father is Zeus, Dionysus bewitches the Theban women and sends them into the mountains to worship him. Pentheus, the young king of Thebes, tries to repress the rites, but he becomes increasingly fascinated and frustrated by Dionysus, who has disguised himself as a beautiful, androgynous cult leader. Dionysus eventually persuades Pentheus to dress in female garb and spy on the Theban women, then leads the spellbound king to the mountains. Once they sense an intruder, the possessed women tear Pentheus apart. Among them is Agave, Pentheus’s mother and one of Dionysus’s aunts, who returns to the city not realizing that the head she is carrying is her son’s. Her father, Cadmus, brings her back to her senses. Parts of the ending of Bacchae’s manuscript are damaged, but the play certainly exiled the royal family and established Dionysus’s cult.

Euripides wrote Bacchae in Macedonia following a period of social unrest in Athens. After his death, the play was performed with two other tragedies in Athens in 405 BC and was awarded a first prize in the city’s theatrical contests. The worship of Dionysus, which included the performance of tragedy and comedy, was central to the life of Athenian democracy. Although the god of this play promises all the festivities that were later instituted in his honor at Athens, he is also cruel to those who resist him. Euripides spent his life composing tragedies in Dionysus’s honor, and critics have wondered why the play so powerfully dramatizes the terrifying as well as alluring sides of the god. Bacchae became enormously popular in the late 1960s and ’70s, when the play was interpreted as dramatizing a populist uprising, an ecstatic reunion with nature, and an assertion of gender fluidity and liberation from conventional social roles. It continues to be performed and adapted across the globe.

Read more about how Ann Bogart, the director of Bacchae and several other Greek plays produced by The Getty, made a play from 405 BC relevant in the age of Trump. The Getty Villa is glorious no matter the circumstances, but on a cool September evening with coastal fog enveloping the stage it made me even more grateful to be sitting in that amphitheatre, enjoying all the talent and wisdom converging before my eyes.

A great way to spend ninety minutes this weekend (in addition to watching the Serena William vs Naomi Osaka match at the U.S Open!).


Sen Kamala Harris asked the second to last question of the night. She asked Kavanaugh if he knew of any laws “that the government has power to make over the male body?”


October and November film releases have me filled with excitement.

Good piece in the LA Times on Gaga and what she had to do to land the role of Ally on the fourth remake of A Star is Born.