“E’ arrivato l’inverno”, scrive Omar Robert Hamilton davanti alla pericolosa indifferenza che circonda questa volta la detenzione di suo cugino Alaa Abd El Fattah, blogger e attivista simbolo della rivoluzione egiziana. Non si tratta solo di simboli. Il coraggio personale e la limpidezza morale di Alaa sono stati, e sono, fra le cose che più… Continue reading
He had black eyes, black T-shirt, pale skin. He was curious, sometimes suspicious, a voracious reader, and a sonic explorer. An obscure guitar pedal was for him another kind of poem. He was our connection to the infamous air of the Factory. He had made Edie Sedgwick dance. Andy Warhol whispered in his ear. Lou brought the sensibilities of art and literature into his music. He was our generation’s New York poet, championing its misfits as Whitman had championed its workingman and Lorca its persecuted.