Soaked to the skin by Leonard Cohen

Soaked to the skin by Leonard Cohen

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The last time I saw Leonard Cohen perform live was in the square outside the Santa Croce church in Florence, Italy. It’s a small square, no more than 1000 people sitting on rickety white plastic chairs over cobbled stones. When you looked up, through the fairy...
Obscure Sorrows: Monachopsis

Obscure Sorrows: Monachopsis

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Monachopsis n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach – lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognise the ambient roar of your intended...
Abeona Diaries: At The Alcove

Abeona Diaries: At The Alcove

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Tuesday 28th October, on the grass outside the Church of the Recessional, Forest Lawn, Glendale. I just read over the last few pages of my notebook from New York and couldn’t quite remember the person writing it. It feels like yesterday and years ago. After four...
Obscure Sorrows: Lachesisim

Obscure Sorrows: Lachesisim

Lachesism – n. The desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a...
Taming The Muse

Taming The Muse

“It comes from a place that no one commands and no one conquers…” Leonard Cohen is addressing the Spanish audience at the Prince of Asturias Awards. He is explaining, in his deeply charming and humble manner, how he finds his inspiration. “In other words”, he...
Obscure Sorrows: Onism

Obscure Sorrows: Onism

onism – n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. As described in The Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows. It’s the warm coloured stone of Greek churches. It’s the restful aureate light that everything here...
An Ode To…Disconnecting

An Ode To…Disconnecting

As I write this, I am balancing on a rock at the edge of a Montana forest. It’s around 2pm. The sun is strong here at this time of day. To avoid it, I have nestled into a formation of rocks which faces a large valley of trees, most of which are perished and dry...
The Novel Cure

The Novel Cure

Originally featured in The Saatchi Gallery’s Art & Music Magazine My mother taught me very early on that a life full of books equals a well insured soul, so I never have the slightest hesitation in recommending reading to friends who are in need of hopeful...
Smokin’ meat at Texas Joe’s

Smokin’ meat at Texas Joe’s

‘Texans are passionate about BBQ. For us it’s not a food trend, it’s a way of life. Many people in Texas have dedicated their lives to the pursuit of the perfectly smoked meat. It’s a quest that has led to new horizons for men and women of many...
Budapest: Ink, Paper, Coffee

Budapest: Ink, Paper, Coffee

‘It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the...

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