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Aidan Walsh & Peter Storer by Wiltold Lewis
Aidan Walsh & Peter Storer by Wiltold Lewis for Vanity Teen

Aidan Walsh & Peter Storer by Wiltold Lewis





Zansetsu-Kiko (Hungry fox in unmelted snow)

Nishimura Goun (1877-1938) - 1903 - Color on paper (two panels)
Umi-Mori Art Museum, Hatsukaichi, Hiroshima Prefecture, Japan





.じつとして雪をふらすや牧の駒

stone still
he lets the snow fall
colt in the pasture

- Issa (year unknown)











私はあなたを愛して

tels deux hamsters
blottis l'un contre l'autre sous la couette
-- pourtant la nuit n'était pas froide

- esta noche, Paris, décembre 2016


In Memoriam


Nie Shubin, 1974-1995



Huugiilt, 1977-1996

安息

R.I.P.

2 December 2016


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.はつ雪やといへば直に三四尺

"First snowfall!"
and then, soon enough
three or four feet

- Kobayashi Issa (1813)




Dorian Reeves photographed by Jared Bautista
Dorian Reeves photographed by Jared Bautista
for Yearbook Fanzine x Client Magazine


Dorian Reeves photographed by Jared Bautista


Dorian Reeves photographed by Jared Bautista



Carlos Esparza photographed by Alejandro Cabezut.


Carlos Esparza photographed by Alejandro Cabezut.






Colby Brittain photographed by Karl Simone
Colby Brittain photographed by Karl Simone


Colby Brittain photographed by Karl Simone


Colby Brittain photographed by Karl Simone


Colby Brittain photographed by Karl Simone


Colby Brittain photographed by Karl Simone



Angus Eaton by Jovei Blink for Vanity Teen!



Original artwork by Mark Horst


The dictator who died in a tracksuit


His Ugliness Pope Francis and El Comandante. What if there is a God?...
His Ugliness Pope Francis and El Comandante. What if there is a God?...

Fidel Castro died as he lived: to the sound of useful idiots making allowances for his crimes. (That’s not my term: It was Lenin who called liberal apologists for Communism “useful idiots.”)
The gold medal in the Useful Idiot Olympics should probably go to Justin Trudeau, the prime minister of Canada. In a statement, he expressed his “deep sorrow” upon learning that “Cuba’s longest serving president” had died.
One can only imagine what George Orwell could do with that one word, “serving.” Castro did not serve, he ruled a nation of servants, often cruelly, while making obscene profits for himself and his family.
“Fidel Castro was a larger than life leader who served his people for almost half a century,” Trudeau continued, repeating that word. “While a controversial figure, both Mr. Castro’s supporters and detractors recognized his tremendous dedication and love for the Cuban people who had a deep and lasting affection for ‘el Comandante.’”

"A deep and lasting affection" - Cuban balseros fleeing Workers' Paradise
"A deep and lasting affection" - Cuban balseros fleeing Workers' Paradise

Again, where is Orwell’s red pen?
“El Comandante”: The term drips with affection, doesn’t it? Castro’s “detractors”? Would those be the families of the thousands he had executed? The survivors of Castro’s Caribbean gulag? Those who didn’t drown trying to escape? [The homosexuals who were interned in forced-labor camps?]
Trudeau’s expression of “deep sorrow” was typical of a whole genre of Castro eulogies. His apologists have tended to romanticize the “revolution” and parrot Cuban state propaganda – literacy rates! Free healthcare! – while dispensing antiseptic euphemisms for the brutal reality of what the revolution wrought.
At least when people note that Hitler built the autobahn and Mussolini made the trains run on time, they’re usually being ironic. To listen to some Castro defenders, you’d think the scales of justice can balance out any load of horrors, so long as the substandard healthcare is free and the schools (allegedly) teach everyone to read.
“Premier revolutionary of his time.” This is the thinking that allows vacuous hipsters to unselfconsciously shrug when you tell them that the Che Guavara on their T-shirt was a sadistic murderer. “Yeah, but he was cool.”
But among serious leftists, Castro’s radical chic is secondary. For them, Fidel’s revolution provided the slender hope that America was on the wrong side of history. It was a symbol of resistance – intellectual, political and spiritual – to Western yanqui hegemony. They loved Cuba for many of the reasons they hate Israel (despite its exemplary literacy rate and universal healthcare system). They think – wrongly – that Israel is an extension of Western colonialism while Cuba was a rejection of it.
Castro understood this better than anyone, which is why he was able to “serve” his people for so long.
- Excerpted from Fidel Castro died as he lived — praised by useful idiots, by Jonah Goldberg, Los Angeles Times, Column, Nov. 28, 2016


El Paraíso de Castro: Aquí no me quieren...

Fresa y chocolate (1993), dirigido por Tomás Gutiérrez Alea, Juan Carlos Tabío,
con Jorge Perugorría, Vladimir Cruz, Francisco Gattorno

Ahora, con esa nota en el expediente, no voy a encontrar trabajo más que en la agricultura o la construcción, y dime, ¿qué hago yo con un ladrillo en la mano?, ¿dónde lo pongo? Es una simple amonestación laboral, ¿pero quién me va a contratar con esta facha, quién va a arriesgarse por mí? Es injusto, lo sé, la ley está de mi parte y al final tendrían que darme la razón e indemnizarme. Pero, ¿qué voy a hacer? ¿Luchar? No. Soy débil, y el mundo de ustedes no es para los débiles. Al contrario, ustedes actúan como si no existiéramos, como si fuéramos así sólo para mortificarlos y ponernos de acuerdo con la gusanera. A ustedes la vida les es fácil: no padecen complejos de Edipo, no les atormenta la belleza, no tuvieron un gato querido que vuestro padre les descuartizó ante los ojos para que se hicieran hombres. También se puede ser maricón y fuerte. Los ejemplos sobran. Estoy claro en eso. Pero no es mi caso. Yo soy débil, me aterra la edad, no puedo esperar diez o quince años a que ustedes recapaciten, por mucha confianza que tenga en que la Revolución terminará enmendando sus torpezas. Tengo treinta años. Me quedan otros veinte de mi vida útil, a lo sumo. Quiero hacer cosas, vivir, tener planes, pararme ante el espejo de Las Meninas, dictar una conferencia sobre la poesía de Flor y Dulce María Loynaz. ¿No tengo derecho? Si fuera un buen católico y creyera en otra vida no me importaba, pero el materialismo de ustedes se contagia, son demasiados años. La vida es esta, no hay otra. O en todo caso, a lo mejor es sólo ésta. ¿Tú me comprendes? Aquí no me quieren, para qué darles más vueltas a la noria, y a mí me gusta ser como soy, soltar unas cuantas plumas de vez en cuando. Chico, ¿a quién ofendo con eso, si son mis plumas?”
- Senel Paz, El lobo, el bosque y el hombre nuevo (1990)



C'est effectivement une première.






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