The story, not the storyteller
Yesterday, I wrote a short post on the physical effects of grief, only to set it aside. I’ve written little
Thinking about culture as if people mattered
Yesterday, I wrote a short post on the physical effects of grief, only to set it aside. I’ve written little
This photo was taken in Vienna, after a long and fascinating walk around Rotes Wien, the living fabric of 20th
‘I’m certainly not doing this for some high-flown reason. I don’t consider myself to be a reformer, and I don’t
General elections don’t happen very often so it’s odd that this one should be so dull. The campaign has slipped
One lovely evening this summer, I stood waiting in the lobby of the Market Theatre in the Herefordshire town of
I was driving home through the Scottish Borders—like Debatable Lands everywhere, this lovely region is used to strangers—when I passed
Gunnie Moberg (1941-2007) was a photographer, painter and designer, born in Sweden and an Orkney woman by adoption. A small
In August 1983, New York experienced a heat wave of unusual ferocity. One evening, in his 15th floor apartment overlooking
When I started this site, at the beginning of last year, I called it the Parliament of Dreams because I’ve
‘This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright # 154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody