Gargnano,11.55

Udine is a small town in Friuli, Northern Italy and has a street named after the poet and film director Pier Paolo Pasolini. He was born in a small village, Casarsa, nearby. For decades the Pier Paolo Pasolini Street was a wide road with an abrupt and unexpected dead end in the middle of nowhere. … Continue reading →

Munich, 23.50

The story I was told today sounds like a Richard Prince joke – alas it’s not. A painting student presented serigraphs she printed to her professor. The man, a painter, dismissed the serial character of the work and ripped it apart before her eyes. He sardonically cracked on, ‘surely she will have “a copy” of … Continue reading →

London, 23.55

Trick Publish empty post in time. Drop in text later. Gain a few minutes. Continue reading →

London 23.55

Hatte richtig Bauchschmerzen vor dem Treffen. Das erste Wort, ein Vorwurf. O mano! Hab mich echt zusammengerissen. Die Povokationen ignoriert. Hat sich dann etwas entspannt. Haben uns auf einiges geeinigt, auch Päne gemacht und action plan. Als ich nach Hause lief, war ich ganz wohlgemut. Jetzt aber, denke ich:  Au weia, der Karren steckt ganz … Continue reading →

London, 23:55

23:46, 23:47, 23:48, 23:49, 23:50, 23:51, 23:52, 23:53, 23:54, 23:55. Continue reading →

London

I put my red wool jumper in a plastic bag and crammed it into the freezer.  Moth larvae may be killed by freezing the items they infest for a few days at a temperature below −8 °C. Continue reading →

London, 23.55

Ach du liebe Zeit. Ach du Schreck. Ach du lieber Himmel. Ach du liebes bischen. Ach du meine Güte. Ach Mensch. Ach du Gute. Ach toll. Ach klasse. Ach geil. Ach ja. Ach manno. Ach du liebe Zeit. Continue reading →

London, 23.45

“When the facts change, I change my mind. What do you do?” Continue reading →

London, 23.55

I had annual brain suction today. No brain left. Unfortunately. I am awaiting a new one from amazon. But this delivery is on super saver. 7-8 days. Once i will have received it, unwrapped it and wired it up into my head, you can expect intelligent things from me again on this blog. Continue reading →

London, 23.45

My friend Neil told me he run a workshop exploring how the writing changes when you write on a mechanical typewriter. It’s funny. It makes me nervous to think I had to do without the possibility of unseen revisions. What has changed? Continue reading →