I realise I haven't posted anything on this blog in too long, but it seems rather fitting that my first update of the year should be a poem. In a moment of suicidal optimism I decided to jump on the NaPoWriMo bandwagon for the third year in a row, so there we go, I'm afraid there's no …
Added more ghosts to my ever-expanding collection…
Just about time I shared my new haul of vintage photographs with the world, isn't it? I bought these in Bucharest, at a Christmas/ winter holidays fair, after some negotiations with the vendor. To be fair, though, he didn't seem to mind my haggling. Actually, he looked quite happy to finally find someone who was …
Continue reading "Added more ghosts to my ever-expanding collection…"
I was never so fond of cataloguing…
This will be more of a memento than a regular blog post, I suppose. Last week I got a chance to see the art collection at the Nottingham Castle Museum. It was only a brief visit, yet I made a point of jotting down the titles of all the paintings that caught my fancy for …
The Joy of Purposeless Gaming, or the Art of Doing Nothing
This post is, in a way, a continuation of this review I wrote some time ago about the social screensaver The Endless Forest and the art of purposeless gaming. I won't go into all the details of how the TALE of TALES project is all kinds of marvellous and then some, but I will go …
Continue reading "The Joy of Purposeless Gaming, or the Art of Doing Nothing"
“I Wish I Were a Doll”
Gothic Lolita. I've been chewing on this for a while, wondering if I should or shouldn't venture to write something about it. This usually happens when a certain topic is very dear to me, and I don't want to cause it any kind of injustice. But this time, in particular, I've had several serious doubts. …
Things that never quite grow old, or what I loved when I was only 4
When I was about 4 or 5 years of age, I stumbled upon a cassette tape in my dad's vast collection. I don't actually remember how it happened, or why it was that that particular cassette piqued my interest - after all, there was nothing especially attractive about it at first sight. Except, maybe, the …
Continue reading "Things that never quite grow old, or what I loved when I was only 4"
From Camden Town to Istanbul in a Single Stride: Vintage Memorabilia
I was unlucky in my quest for vintage photographs for a while - the local market has been yielding nothing but black and white photographs of cats and dogs and some tacky birthday cards. But my luck turned just as soon as I paid a visit to Camden Market, London. Have I ever mentioned how …
Continue reading "From Camden Town to Istanbul in a Single Stride: Vintage Memorabilia"
I remember summer.
Short nonfiction piece, triggered by my nostalgia for childhood summertime. It was inspired by this post, which I heartily recommend. In fact, I recommend the whole On the Borderland blog, it is a fabulous read. I remember summer. The slow breeze of the hillside, the warm rain, the soothing perfume of linden flowers and playing …
The thing about not having a home (or having one too many)
It doesn't often happen to me to feel the need to slice open my heart on a public surgery table, but since this little space is (arguably) as much of a private affair as it is an "all welcome" things, then I allow myself, every once in a while, to rant and rave. The issue …
Continue reading "The thing about not having a home (or having one too many)"
Coming Full Circle
A bit late, but here it is, the very last poem for this year's NaPoWriMo. It was fun while it lasted, so I decided to take on the last official prompt as a sort of homage to the project: Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem incorporating at least three “I remember” statements. This …
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 