• Silence

    by  • April 6, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Very quiet today, very subdued. Everything—colours, sounds, asphalt, faces, cars, traffic lights, wind, steps. I am driving with Keith Jarrett playing Köln Concerto and the images roll slowly across the windshield. Popcorn and pop. 3D glasses. Very artistic film this Sunday. Anything that is not about me is bothering me.London

    For Lou Reed

    by  • October 27, 2013 • 0 Comments

    Once I’ve been jamming after hours in an underground club in Split, when a group of sailors from the American Sixth Fleet arrived. Three of them joined me on the stage and together we performed On the Road Again and Walk On the Wild Side. Walk was better, and then I left the stage,...

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    by  • October 5, 2013 • 0 Comments

    Going back, after a long journey, a long absence, is sometimes harder than simply staying away. The world is full of those who had been only a few steps away from home, and then saw through the evening curtains and just turned around.

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    by  • June 22, 2013 • 0 Comments

    I’ve suddenly realised what are some short pieces doing in my manuscript. They’ve been there from the very beginning, and I couldn’t understand why. I’ve only known they should be in but I couldn’t see the purpose. They are strange elements, capable of standing on their own, but I’ve sensed that was not the...

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    by  • June 12, 2013 • 0 Comments

    Some of the memories have been separated in my mind into images and sounds. I see faces talking, but don’t hear the words, and I have some floating words that can’t find the faces. The fact that the meanings of sentences and the signs in the facial expressions do not help put one with...

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    Before what?

    by  • March 11, 2013 • 0 Comments

    For a few years already the environmentalists have been polishing the PS in their email messages. It all boiled down to, “Don’t print, because you’ll be wasting your paper, and then more trees will be chopped, and my message is not at all that important, and am I not so fashionably cute with this self-deprecating...

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