Wilhelm Reich – continued

By Christopher Zoukis Reich began constructing orgone accumulators in 1940.  By this time, Reich had defined orgone energy as the “primodial cosmic energy,” and asserted that it was blue in color.  In other words, God Himself is Big Blue. Blue, of course, was omnipresent just like God, and was responsible for the weather, the color […]

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Manuscript Finished!

The manuscript of Christopher Zoukis’ latest non-fiction project is finished!  Hooray!  The completed manuscript will be submitted to the publisher — Headpress of the U.K. — in the next few days.  Tentatively titled United Blood Nation:  The Untold Story of the East Coast Bloods, the book was a collaborative effort between Christopher Zoukis and John […]

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Napoleon: A Life

A new biography of Napoleon is now available.  And it’s quite good!  Although it must be admitted that the author, Andrew Roberts, ‘likes’ Napoleon, unlike other biographers who write from the perspective that Napoleon was a blight upon Europe, an arrogant, ambitious and evil man.  Andrew Roberts presents Napoleon as a tactical military genius, who […]

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Here Lies A Man – 2

Patterson, who was black, had decided that the world champion of boxing must be moral as well as a skilled boxer. 

Even then role models were in vogue.  And Floyd Patterson, when he looked in the mirror, saw a worthy role model.  Whereas Sonny, when he looked in the mirror, saw a snake coming out of the darkness.  His self-perception was modeled after those around him, the way they perceived him. 

So much for role models.

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Roberto Bolano

Roberto Bolano:  Author of 2666 and many other acclaimed works, Roberto Bolaño (1953-2003) was born in Santiago, Chile, and later lived in Mexico, Paris, and Spain. He has been acclaimed “by far the most exciting writer to come from south of the Rio Grande in a long time.” In this video, two writers discuss how […]

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CHANEL – Part 2

By Christopher Zoukis  Image courtesy hypebeast.com

Four years later, Coco Chanel introduced her line of clothing, which was masculine in style, sporty and displayed clean, functional lines.  Her ability to foresee this ‘trend’ made her clothing an instant success.  In 1923, she launched the Chanel Suit, composed of a skirt and a short, masculine-looking jacket.  It has never gone out of style and is worn by millions of professional women throughout the world today.  So, too, is Chanel’s little black dress, a starkly simple, close-fitting one-piece garment.  This dress defined and illustrated haute couture.

Coco’s visionary designs changed not only the way women dressed, and the way they looked, but also the way they behaved.  The tight, binding chains of prim prudishness dissolved, to be replaced by flamboyant minimalism.  This change in female behavior, in turn, changed the attitudes of men.

Chanel No. 5, Chanel’s eponymous perfume, was devised by Ernie Beaux and built upon the scent of aldhehydes.  Its ingredients were all artificial, made in a laboratory.  A total break from the natural model of perfumes which prevailed up until this point.  The success of Chanel No. 5 is difficult to quantify.  The best way to put it into perspective is this:  one bottle of Chanel No. 5 perfume is sold every thirty seconds.

Yet Coco Chanel

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Big Rock Candy Mountain

By Christopher Zoukis Big Rock Candy Mountain is a song first recorded in 1928.  More than a mere song, its hillbilly evocation of Cocagne, which is an imaginary country of idleness and leisure, a Utopia, has percolated through many imaginations resulting in many spin-offs: The title of the song attached itself to the multi-hued hills […]

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The White Goddess

By Christopher Zoukis

Sparkling green and white in the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea, just off the coast of Spain, there is an archipelago called the Balearic Islands.  The largest of these islands, the ‘major’ island, carries the appropriate name of Majorca.

On the northwest coast of Majorca sits the quiet village of Deya, serene beyond words.  Like the many-breasted God of the Hebrews, El Shaddai, small hills press up toward the sky all along the coast.  Deya surrounds and encompasses one of these profulgent mammai.

At the crown of the hill, overlooking the sea, there is a small, white church.  Next to the church is the churchyard, and in the churchyard is a cemetery with white grave markers.  Under one of the marmoreal slabs, quite plain, hearing but no longer listening to the voice of his muse, is buried Robert Graves.

He died December 7, 1985.

The offshore breeze walks softly across the cemetery, smelling of orange musk, sea salt and old smoke.  The smoky-smell is the panting from the olive trees.  Around Graves’ grave the dirt is the color of a cardboard box.  Gritty like sand it quickly dissolves to powder when trod on.  At the bottom of the hill, the dirt is coarse, composed of brown and black larva-sized granules.  Raw and heavy because of the moisture, it breathes an odor of mold and fecundity.

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