I remember clearly the first time I managed to understand a poem in classical Chinese. It was like seeing someone perform an unexpected conjuring trick, shaking out a piece of rope and then tossing it up into the air to make it stand stiffly like a stick . Then back again. There was certainly some... Continue Reading →
A Party of One
(Listen to the poem here) (best seen if you stand back and squint a little and imagine it as a set of slightly cubist paintings with runny paint and everything a little crooked) Tonight I dine alone but, better said, I am a party of one. I have brought all my music with me in... Continue Reading →