Listen to this (Dinah Washington- This Bitter Earth as she sang it in 1960 )for thirty seconds https://youtu.be/DKV2zYv1h9g?list=RDDKV2zYv1h9g Now listen to a few bars of Max Richter's "On the Nature of Daylight". Now hear how Max Richter combined them. I think you will listen all the way to the end.
Berlin, Altes Museum, Egyptian Section
Slowly her tower crumbled – Nabokov’s Ada
Nabokov's most beautiful passage of prose
The Art of Conversation
listen to the poem The art of conversation isn't rugby, I must remind myself at times, or even shooting grouse, deer, moose or peccaries If anything it is a bit like dominoes with tiles you didn't know you had, whose shapes do tricks with space and time .Lay down a one and six, and see... Continue Reading →
My Accidental Greek Wedding
I have an irrational passion for phrase- books. Whenever I go to a country where I don't know the language I take along a phrasebook. I often take one with me even when I go to a country where I do speak the language. Sometimes in a foreign country I suddenly stop in the middle... Continue Reading →
Vinylia – First three chapters
Here are the first three chapters of my novel Vinylia. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Around and up and also down
Some time ago I posted an article on my liking for random walks, in which I outlined an insanely complicated method to get to places you weren't planning to see. Recently I found another way to go to randomly explore the world, without getting up from my chair. A few days ago, as I was... Continue Reading →
Kora, Griot, Diabate, Sissoko, Kairaba Jabi
I met a guy playing the kora on the street last night. It is such a beautiful instrument to look at and to listen to. Here's a description. I asked the musician whether he was a griot. He pointed to the card in front of him with his name and said "My father was a... Continue Reading →
Baristi d’Italia
(listen to the poem here) Sometimes arriving time-zonked, tweedle-kneed and nearly dumb in Frankfurt or in London or in some other airport where people seem to have been stranded many months ago on strangely molten furniture, I stumble into a counter which claims that it provides espresso. As I go grimly inching up the North... Continue Reading →