"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

-Kerouac

Friday
Aug042006

« Dmitry Trakovsky »

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This is my former roommate, Dima. We went to Saint Anthony’s Basilica in Padua on the patron saint's holiday so he could get footage for his documentary on Andrei Tarkovsky, a Russian director who resided and worked in Italy. We were separated during the procession, and while I was alone among all those people, I stopped feeling alone. I had the opportunity to observe the community in its annual religious conformity to tradition – from the inside. I had been looking for real, non-architectural signs of Catholicism for a long time, and I found them. As far as architecture, though, you can see the distorted basilica in the man’s sunglasses.

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