A journal entry in improvised music

It's been hard for me to write this week. Apparently overexposed myself to the sun due to unforeseen events, then had a host of strange symptoms; no health insurance and fear of doctors, living alone and without someone who would hold my hand throughout this strange spell of palpitations, anxiety, vertigo and nausea. Realising yet … Continue reading A journal entry in improvised music

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The artist’s way: love stories in eastern Poland

She certainly wasn't the woman of my dreams. But she knew very well how to wield an axe. And she made me paint. * * * Driven largely by yet another romantic disappointment, I set out to visit a stranger in one of the wilder regions of south-eastern Poland last November. I just wanted to … Continue reading The artist’s way: love stories in eastern Poland

Empath tale of the yellow hybrid typewriter

Let’s say you are Hemingway. You are sitting at your typewriter at sunrise, planning to write a novella about the old man and the sea. Inspiration hits; your fingers dance. As the Spanish sun rises inspiration ebbs; you start yawning (perhaps starting your working day at 4AM was that tad too radical), so you leave … Continue reading Empath tale of the yellow hybrid typewriter