Strange rehearsals going on here with Dasniya and Hartmut, making a performance of Thomas Brasch, the East-Berlin writer. And off next week to Tübingen to perform this in Club Voltaire. From me, some photos for it, and video, but sadly … Continue reading
And … here we go again. Another year finishing arbitrarily in mid-ish-October marking approximately an anniversary of when I first decided to blab about whatever I happened to be reading, with the caveat that no, no writing about what I … Continue reading
Last week I was helping Hartmut and Dasniya, filming along the Spree around the Berliner Ensemble, for a project on the Berlin writer, Thomas Brasch. We met again this morning (after a surprisingly fast training ride through Tegelwald), to photograph … Continue reading
Waiting months and finally it’s arrived and waiting for me … continuing a long Afghan tradition, Poetry of the Taliban.
It’s mainly the reason why every October I write about all the books I’ve read in the last year, that some remain in my thoughts. Isabel Cole’s translation of Annamarie Schwarzenbach’s All Roads are Open is one of these, as well … Continue reading
I thought, as I rode away from St George’s, bag heavy with three new arrivals (two expected and one find of the day), that my posts on reading are somewhat gnomic and opaque. Yes, I am reading. (Paul points out I … Continue reading
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Today is a day off, my first in two weeks, so I am sitting on a train, north of Antwerpen towards Amsterdam—a weekend (or rather a night in parentheses of two part-days) visit to see Lewis and wander a city … Continue reading