I have let this blog grow stale. It sits here, drying out, gathering dust, forgotten, yet still getting it's little trickle of views somehow. Why do I keep it? Why not. I constantly ask myself why do I want to write? why? and I've still not got a clear answer. My words go into the …
un poema
I have been reading a lot of poetry lately, mostly focusing on Spanish language poets, because I am learning Spanish. I find poetry is easier to read than prose, maybe because I can focus on one line at a time, and the words are less crowded. However, I've been surprised to find that so many …
quotes from books you haven’t read #6
“God was a mistake. I’ve long understood there is zero difference between me and a bug, or a bug and a river, or a river and a voice shouting above it. There’s no sense or meaning in anything. It’s nothing but a network of dependency under enormous fluctuating pressures. It’s only our imaginations, not our …
quotes from books you haven’t read #5
Waking up in Venice is unlike waking up in any other place. The day begins quietly. Only a stray shout here and there may break the calm, or the sound of a shutter being raised, or the wing-beat of the pigeons. How often, I thought to myself, had I lain thus in a hotel room, …
quotes from books you haven’t read #4
Everything here loses its urgency. We've all become impassive, like statues unaware of the relentless accumulation of the dust of days. Instead of stretching, my notion of space hardens, contracts. Very quickly I get used to the idea that from now on we will be alone, trapped in a gigantic spider's web that thickens around …

