Found a lovely gallery in Bratislava: and in it there was this piece: brilliant idea, well executed. Every can is a ‘work of literature’ Proust, Jorge Luis Borges, Rimbaud, Machiavelli, Oscar Wilde, Kafka…………..
Moleskine, good excellent beer, lovely city: what more could you want?
I know it’s mis-spelled but I just had to……
This chap played the Slovakian pipe: it sounded wonderful in the square. However I avoided the potential mistake of thinking I’d play a CD of it at home…. like buying Raki in Turkey and thinking it wold taste as good in Manchester as it it did in the balmy Mediterranean
Zuiderlucht are now publishing chapters from my ‘graphic novel for the 21st century’ as the editor described it (phew!!) The idea is roughly this:
‘My imaginary lives’ traces RJ’s ‘life’, considering actual occurrences and how they might have had a cathartic effect on his journey through life ……. though most of them had no effect whatsoever on his ‘career’. (Oxford English Dictionary: career vb. To fall headlong out of control)
This fictional journey features a cast which includes the Archbishop of Canterbury, Joanna Lumley, Anaïs Nin and Arthur Schopenhauer, and wanders into worlds as diverse as blacksmithing, jazz, antique fountain pens and tattooing.
‘There is something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.’
At a time when I was not allowed any alcohol, I came across this quote
‘It was as natural as eating and to me as necessary and I wouldn’t have thought of eating a meal without drinking beer.’ —Ernest Hemingway
However today is the last day of my 30 days post op. . . . . . .
Hemingway also said: ‘Write drunk; edit sober’ . .
I should have had more ready to edit…..