Selected Poems by Federico García Lorca
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
I’m pretty certain, as I sadly sit at my faithful kitchen table back on England’s silage strewn shores, that somewhereContinue Reading
Twenty five is not, in itself, a significant birthday. However, it does mean that one has distinctly reached an ageContinue Reading
‘Please,’ she said, wiggling her arse in apparent desperate need and pulling her red and black one piece to theContinue Reading
My second day in Athens I woke up, fully dressed, contact lenses in, on the floor. A chair I mayContinue Reading
I woke up at five thirty on my final morning in Palermo. I’d spent the evening before being highly irritatedContinue Reading
My last morning in Tunis was dedicated to finding myself a new bag, a new, large, bag in which toContinue Reading
My five day trip to Tunis was a colossal series of fuck ups. My baggage lost by the airline, myContinue Reading
Despite dandling no one on my lap, my time in Tunis (so far) has been a highspincycle of emotion. ThereContinue Reading
Casablanca felt very different to the other Moroccan cities I visited. Very European, actually, in terms not just of architecture,Continue Reading
Now, being pedantic w/r/t* geography, Marrakech is in CENTRAL Morocco. But it’s further south of everywhere bar the desert IContinue Reading
I’m pretty certain, as I write this on the minibus back to Marrakech, that I have sand inside my anus.Continue Reading
Over the last few days I have made a series of unforgivable travel booboos. Yesterday I nearly gave myself heatstroke,Continue Reading
Desperately needing some cooler weather and a low pressure environment in which to cold turkey from the anti-depressants I’d beenContinue Reading
Spent two nights in Marrakech, ran into most of the people I’d met before, had a pleasant time, but I’mContinue Reading
I’ve tried recreation, Reading until late at night, train rides And romance. from ‘Worsening Situation’ by John Ashbery As IContinue Reading
In the Rif mountains, a little under halfway between Tangier and Fes, is the beautiful blue town of Chefchaouen. ItsContinue Reading
In the southernmost tip of Western Europe is a small beach resort town called Tarifa. Full of hostels, kite-boarding schools,Continue Reading
Now, I’m not going to claim that the Alhambra isn’t a stunning and borderline must-see architectural wonderland. The Alhambra’s great.Continue Reading
Seville is fucking beautiful. Take the Giralda for instance, the 12th century minaret turned belltower. Quite the pleasant monument, no?Continue Reading
Well, I’ve been away four days and have already completed my first read of the trip. Roberto Bolaño’s HUGE TheContinue Reading
Right. Well, here we are. Day two of my travels. Yesterday was quite mediocre: Woke up before 4am, travelled toContinue Reading
Right. I am finally taking my own titular advice to heart and heading off for a little bit of living.Continue Reading