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Annoying the general public
I’m writing today in response to this: http://www.musicradar.com/news/5-reasons-why-your-protest-song-is-making-things-worse Mind you, it’s well worth reading as the guy evidently has a point – five, actually – as well as a sense of humour. And he’s not the only one who’s sick and tired of bedraggled lefties who go on and on about “the scourge of neoliberalism”,…
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Football from the sidelines
Almost blinded by the sun and my own perspiration as I drag myself up the steep hill, I find that the cobbled roads are near empty while the normally empty bars are packed. Packed with men, shouting men. Football, I assume, and snarl. Mind you, I don’t at all mind football. What bothers me is…
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Scylla and Charybdis
My compatriots seem unable to talk about anything else, so great is their dread of waking up on Wednesday to learn that what they consider … – actually, I’d better not say what they consider him – … anyway, that he will turn out to be the world’s most powerful man. The media here is…
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In the Dark
When I turn off the main road, a narrow winding route takes me into the forest. Deep into the forest. Gaunt, tall pine trees, standing close together like freezing soldiers, sternly witness my slow progress ever deeper into their midst. I drive carefully, as it is more than likely that a deer will suddenly leap…
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“Los versos mas tristes”
Reading a poem by Pablo Neruda this morning, I realised that his mood was mine today, though his poem was allegedly about a love long gone. Mine – had I written it – would not be about love at all. It would be about autumn, about the slow dying of everything around us, as temperatures…