|"C'est curieux, chez les marins, ce besoin de faire des frasques."|
Colton Haynes Officially Comes Out
“I should have made a comment or a statement, but I just wasn’t ready. I didn’t feel like I owed anyone anything. I think in due time, everyone has to make those decisions when they’re ready, and I wasn’t yet. But I felt like I was letting people down by not coming forward with the rest of what I should have said…
“It took me so long to get to this point, but I’m doing so good. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and healthier than I’ve ever been, and that’s what I care about.”
Je dédie ce post à Léo. Il se reconnaîtra.
Dans les tavernes louchesDans les tavernes louches et les lupanarsDe Béryte, je me vautre. Pas question pour moiDe rester à Alexandrie. Tamidès m'a quittéPour le fils du sous-préfet, afin de disposerD'une villa sur le Nil et d'un palais en ville.Impossible pour moi de rester à Alexandrie.Dans les tavernes louches et les lupanarsDe Béryte, je me vautre. Dans la débauche crasseJe mène une vie abjecte. La seule chose qui me sauve,
Comme un reste de beauté, comme un lointain parfumQui flotterait sur ma chair, c'est que pendant deux ans,Tamidès a été pour moi seul l'ami le plus intime, et nonPour obtenir pignon sur rue ou pour une villa sur le Nil.
- Constantin Cavafy, En attendant les barbares
Traduction de Dominique Grandmont
In the TavernasI wallow in the tavernas and brothels of Beirut.I didn’t want to stayin Alexandria. Tamides left me;he went off with the Prefect’s son to earn himselfa villa on the Nile, a mansion in the city.It wouldn’t have been right for me to stay in Alexandria.I wallow in the tavernas and brothels of Beirut.I live a vile life, devoted to cheap debauchery.The one thing that saves me,like durable beauty, like perfumethat goes on clinging to my flesh, is this: Tamides,most exquisite of young men, was mine for two years,and mine not for a house or a villa on the Nile.- Constantine P. Cavafy, The CanonTranslated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
Beauté, mon beau souci, de qui l'âme incertaine
A comme l'océan son flux et son reflux,
Pensez de vous résoudre à soulager ma peine,
Ou je me dois résoudre à ne le souffrir plus.
Vos yeux ont des appâts que j'aime et que je prise
Et qui peuvent beaucoup dessus ma liberté ;
Mais pour me retenir, s'ils font cas de ma prise,
Il leur faut de l'amour autant que de beauté.
- François de Malherbe (1555-1628)
In N.Y., White House poised to create
first monument to gay rights struggle
President Obama is poised to declare the first-ever national monument recognizing the struggle for gay rights, singling out a sliver of green space and part of the surrounding Greenwich Village neighborhood as the birthplace of America’s modern gay liberation movement.
While most national monuments have highlighted iconic wild landscapes or historic sites from centuries ago, this reflects the country’s diversity of terrain and peoples in a different vein: It would be the first national monument anchored by a dive bar and surrounded by a warren of narrow streets that long has been regarded the historic center of gay cultural life in New York City.
Federal officials, including Interior Secretary Sally Jewell, National Park Service Director Jonathan B. Jarvis and Rep. Jerrold Nadler (D-N.Y.), will hold a listening session on May 9 to solicit feedback on the proposal. Barring a last-minute complication — city officials are still investigating the history of the land title — Obama is prepared to designate the area part of the National Park Service as soon as next month, which commemorates gay pride.
Protests at the site, which lasted for several days, began in the early morning of June 28, 1969 after police raided the Stonewall Inn, which was frequented by gay men. While patrons of the bar, which is still in operation today, had complied in the past with these crackdowns, that time it sparked a spontaneous riot by bystanders and those who had been detained.
Source: The Washington Post, Juliet Eilperin, May 3, 2016. Read more...
An Inspirational Role
Stonewall indeed came to play an inspirational role in gay culture and politics in the decade following the event — but the riots were preceded by an increasingly assertive gay, lesbian and trans movement in the 1960s and were subsequently adopted as a cultural symbol initially in a somewhat fitful fashion before taking on the national and international significance they now hold.
Notably on the West Coast, many activists apparently responded to the news about Stonewall (which received no coverage in the mainstream media outside New York) with something of a yawn and an attitude of "What took you so long?" The call from New York militants to mark the anniversary likewise generated just a modest amount of enthusiasm, with only a tiny march in San Francisco in 1970 and no activities at all in 1971.
LGBT activists in San Francisco had every reason to take a while to see Stonewall as a useful symbol, since claims about the riots marking the start of "America’s modern gay liberation movement" didn't make sense from their perspective given the milestones San Franciscans had already passed before 1969.
For instance, LGBT San Franciscans had seen the first openly gay candidate in the world run for public office in 1961, had put an end to routine bar raids by early 1965, had staged the city's first militant gay street protest in 1966, had held a small (and little noticed at the time) riot at Compton's Cafeteria in 1966, and had founded the nation's first transgender peer advocacy organization in 1967.
So here's hoping the Stonewall Inn National Monument helps the public think about how this historical event became a symbol that in some ways obscures the more complex and dynamic history of the era. Stonewall will be a great place to ask questions about which stories of the queer past matter, who's included and who's left out.
It will be an equally great place to think about how the cultural symbol of Stonewall came into existence, how it has functioned, and how social change has actually happened for LGBT people beyond the folk historiography offered by the conventional tale of the riots in New York in June 1969.
-- Gerard Koskovich, May 3, 2016. Mr. Koskovich is a San Francisco-based historian and LGBT activist.
Le pianiste virtuose Haddockskoff et le "rossignol milanais" Bianca Castafiore...
Source : Le blog de Revaxi, tintinophile averti
SpaceX says it will fly a spacecraft
to Mars as soon as 2018
SpaceX plans to land an unmanned spacecraft on Mars as soon as 2018 with the help of NASA, an extraordinary collaboration between the public and private sectors in an effort to eventually get humans to the Red Planet.
SpaceX made the announcement on Twitter Wednesday, laying out an ambitious timeline for an incredibly difficult mission that only governments have dared try. Landing a spacecraft or a robot that can then operate successfully on the Martian surface is so difficult that the U.S. is the only country to have done it, and many attempts over the years have failed.
The partnership between SpaceX and NASA has the goal of sending humans to Mars in the 2030s. (The Washington Post, April 27, 2016. Read more)
The first and most important rule of the Mile High Club
is to fly... at night.
Night flight over Northern Russia, as seen from the First Officer's seat of a Boeing 747-8 cockpit. A beautiful show of green and purple Northern Lights, a slow beginning sunrise and millions of stars are visible, including the Milky Way. Photo and text by JPC van Heijst.
Frank Lloyd Wright’s home and studio in Illinois
|Studio Facade. Photograph: Tim Long|
Born in Wisconsin in 1867, Frank Lloyd Wright’s career as an architect spanned some 70 years until 1959. Wright built his home and studio at 951 Chicago Avenue in Oak Park, Illinois, at the age of 22. It was here that he lived and worked for the first 20 years of his professional career and experimented with space, form, light and material, creating a visual essay that revealed the founding principles of Wright’s Prairie style, inspired by America’s wide mid-western plains.The house and studio has been restored to its iteration from 1909, the last year that Wright lived on site.
|Living Room. Photograph: James Caulfield|
Rusticated by shingle and stone, Wright’s home blended into its woody landscape and was rooted to the ground by its brick façade.The ground floor of 951 Chicago Avenue consisted of a cluster of rooms (living room, studio, pantry, dining room) that would satellite the hearth. The chartreuse palette of the living room with its warm wood paneling and window seats combined simplicity with quiet opulence and overlooked the then-wooded grounds of the house, resplendent with willow and ginko trees.
|Frank Lloyd Wright playroom. Photograph: James Caulfield|
|Frank Lloyd Wright playroom mural. Photograph: James Caulfield|
Wright designed every element of his home, including the intricate stained glass windows and wooden furniture that adorned a Japanese-inspired dining room cushioned with fabric-covered walls. Much as the materials of the façade rooted the building to the ground, here terracotta tiles provide warmth and rustic simplicity to an inviting sunken dining room.
|The dining room. Photograph: James Caulfield|
Source: The Glass Magazine, Rowena Chiu, March 28, 2016. Read more...
Can Gay People
Ever Master Aging Gracefully?
Ever Master Aging Gracefully?
|And wisdom is early to despair: |
Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done
To keep at bay
Age and age’s evils...
Good God, the mirror's a challenge. Gravity's relentless tugging and all those summer tans are conspiring with time. They dash in an unholy, unruly, triathlon of, well, let’s call it maturing. It’s not as if I wasn't warned. Beauty is only skin deep, and stay out of the sun. But, I must admit, gravity kind of surprised me. Unless a cliff was involved, I always thought it such a benign and helpful force. Gravity keeps everything in place and the heavenly celestial bodies orbiting as they should. But that sneak, gravity, eventually pulls your face, your butt, and everything else on your body in the absolutely wrong direction.
There’s no denying that sometimes it's hard to face your maturing face. I remember Dad looking at his reflection once and exclaiming, "Hell's bells, who is that old man?" I got it, but at the time I could only sympathize with his pain. Now I feel it too. The quest for graceful aging — and a salient belief in the truth of inner beauty — is officially urgent.
Our community is hilariously obsessed with physicality. Too often, only chiseled abs and chins need apply. A cold chill passes over me every time I see those sculpted couples in a print ad for gay cruises. Personally, I can imagine wearing a burka for the duration at sea. I suppose a full body cast could work too, and sympathy would be an effective icebreaker. It’s all so crazy, because I know we’re better than the form, reflected by light, off our skin. But I also know that very few people, including myself, don’t judge. Our first impression of others is their appearance, and as hard as I try, I still evaluate. We all do this, straight or gay, but I think gay people do it more and do it longer.
I think straight people are off the hook, once they have kids. Mom just went through a physical ordeal that’s unbelievable. Meanwhile, Dad’s done his thing. He goes to work and comes home and goes to work helping raise a family. He has to, because two incomes are the root for survival in America. Suddenly, there’s just no more gym time, and the little time left is dedicated to a well-deserved time-out with the recliner.
Gay folks, especially men, generally don’t have these societal fallback positions. We’re expected to die at the pec fly machine, working in that third set of 10 reps. And if we have to leave a button on our 501s unbuttoned, it can’t be the top button. We can only let people speculate if there’s not enough room for the bottom buttons.The reality is the fine line between healthy fetishes and unattainable or unrealistic stereotypes. These aspirations and fetishes have to lose some grip as we grow older unless we want to be that mad, bitter queen in the skinny jeans, drinking alone.
Now, how do we do these things? How do we age gracefully? Who are our role models to guide us through the golden years? Why. it’s us, by golly! It’s up to you and me, and I think there are many paths down the golden yellow brick road.
Source: The Advocate, Kurt Niece, April 25, 2016
Richard Burton reads Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem 'The Leaden Echo & The Golden Echo'.