I am sitting at my desk, looking out at the line-up of ash, poplar and lime trees. There have been plenty of large windows and trees beyond them to gaze at in the last five years. I have been lucky in terms of houses, however financially unviable they turned out to be. I finished my …
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The Road Vanishes
I have now seen this land and its creatures ridden down by the three horsemen of the apocalypse. I am not very inclined to wait for the fourth. But I am curious to know what would that be – what’s left really? Fire, smoke, hail, and biblical plague? Locusts? Zeus’ swords? It’s a pity that …
Hunting for Words
Writing about writing, in other words, some eccentric forms of meta-writing is an odd thing. The oddity takes various forms as the nature of what you must write on changes. These obscure assertions will not make great sense unless I confess that I have been forced to think about writing, more specifically translating, recently when …