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17.6.14

Concert II (28th & 29th March, 2014)

The Ari Roland Quartet (USA)

Smarton Trio (Hungary)

Mina Agossi (France)

14.6.14

12.6.14

Birthday Blues

I just got a year older.
Fuck, truth hurts.

10.6.14

5.6.14

Inside Bolaño's World

“All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school.

But we're afraid to teach them.”

― Roberto Bolaño, 2666

2.6.14

1.6.14

31.5.14

Good Evening, Sputnik Sweetheart

And so I held up Sputnik Sweetheart up against the sunset just before the thunderstorm.

I guess this is what nostalgia looks like.

25.5.14

A (Faux) Letter To An Old Friend

"Oh, you are really such a pretty one.

I see you've gone and changed your name again."

— Leonard Cohen

My nights have been restless. It is not your fault. It is half the weather and half my memory. I don't know if my last letter ever reached you. I included a couple of postcards as well. On the back of one of them I wrote "have a beautiful summer." That was two months ago. Between then and now I've been to a few places, read a few books and wrote a few articles and met a few people, just to fill up my time. Oftentimes I've sat down and pondered if I should write you another letter and each time I've forced myself not to because who knows these are delicate times. But the words keep bubbling inside and here I am writing you this pseudo-letter which you’ll probably never read. This is not an exercise in catharsis. This is love. I'll suspend my disbelief, fool myself and call it that. The days are long but this is not such a bad ending.

Happy birthday, C. I hope you didn't miss the meteor shower.

Sincerely,
B.

5.5.14

Synaptic Dislocation

I'm taking a break from society. I'm taking a break from society.

18.4.14

I'll Get By

2.4.14

A Song For April

Where are the songs of April?
What are the songs of April?
Somewhere we are born
somewhere we die.
The white midday heat
the rough edges of the iron railings
leave nothing but bruises,
reminding you of your own mortality.
A blot in my eye.
Where is the rain?

28.3.14

Blue Mary

I bought this book specifically for the cover (photograph by Kristin Perers). Just look at it, the composition is brilliant. I have read the book but somehow it failed to move me. There are however parts of it that I like. I won't be reading it again anytime soon, maybe never. But I will, however, be taking this book out of the book shelf to stare at the cover from time to time.

The 27th State

I picked up twenty seven books from several used book stores about two weeks ago. It is an elective collection which includes a variety of genres ranging from pulp to trashy to historical and a few critical studies. There is also among them a little french novella titled 'Les petits enfants du siecle' by Christine Rochefort. I don't know why I even bought it; I can't even read french. Maybe it's because I liked the vertical notes and phrase translations done with pencil and black ball point pen by the previous owner of the book that I found while filliping through the book at the store. Perhaps that was the clincher. Old markings are always outrageously romantic. At least for me they are.

Well, here they are - my new children. It looks like an interesting year for me ahead.

Wish you all a great summer.

Cheers
Benzy

Spring 2014

I wish you all a wonderful Spring. Read more books, drink more tea & never miss out any concert.

Broken Reflections

La vraie vie est absente.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Three Stories

1. Taken on the 10th of December, 2013, a fogless night.
2. Taken sometime in February, 2014, outside an art exhibition.
3. I forget. It was a warm afternoon.

26.3.14

Exhibition: Red, Green, Black & White

A group of young artists got together and organized a two day open exhibition just outside the college cafeteria about two weeks ago. The displayed art works ranged from interesting to impressive, some were simply loud and beautiful. Here are some photographs that I took on the second day of the exhibition.