A PLACE FOR SIDEWAYS TRAINS OF THOUGHT
In his book on Australia, Down Under, (entitled In a Sunburned Country in the USA and Canada), there is a moment when Bill Bryson is trying to find something to listen to on the radio while driving towards, if I recall properly, Adelaide. Nothing seems to be on the air. But, eventually, he comes across... Continue Reading →
If you have watched any royal ceremonies involving the Queen of England, you may have noticed that she is the only person who doesn’t join in when “God Save the Queen” is sung. She can’t, of course. It would make no sense. But I am sure that there have been times when she has sung it... Continue Reading →
Recently, I came across an article published in 1945 in the New Yorker entitled “Return to Place Pigalle”, where Joseph Wechsberg, originally from Czechoslovakia, describes returning to Paris as a US soldier and meeting the musicians he used to play with there in the 1920’s. The musicians describe the experience of playing in Nazi-occupied Paris and leds to... Continue Reading →
Blue lemons, Prickly guitars, A cat in charge of all the icicles.
After a moment, I heard Baron Pips laugh quietly and asked why. He said : " You sound just like Count Sternberg." He was ancient and rather simple-minded Austrian nobleman, he explained. When he was on his death-bed his confessor said the time had come to make a general confession. The Count, after racking his... Continue Reading →
(Listen to the poem here) Après le repas à Oaxtepec le patron du restaurant nous dit d’un air de satisfaction agaçant que toute sa viande vient du Texas. Je trouve que ce n’est pas normal de manger tellement hormonal. Au Mexique on trouve partout des traces olmèques, toltèques, aztèques, mixtèques, mais qu’en est-il... Continue Reading →
