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Barco Negro

Wobbly day despite beautiful weather in Denver.

Enveloping melancholy.

This is an excellent movie.

A quiet film that speaks volumes about good, evil, the places in between, and the resiliency of the human spirit.

As I type “the resiliency of the human spirit” I realize it is a god-awful cliche but it’s useful because it’s precise.

I recommend “The Secret Life of Words.”

Tonight I listen to fado and gesso and try not to worry too much. I try.


Mariza was in Denver last night. It was a real treat to hear her sing songs filled with beautiful longing and sadness.

She sang one of my favorite fados, “Primavera.”

At one point she had to ask a person in the front row what on earth they were doing with their cellphone, anyway.