Digital Garden

After yesterday’s adventures I don’t feel like writing too much. What happened? They broke into our apartment. Turned everything upside down. And stole a few earrings and everything else that looked like gold. [Read More]

Too Loud a Solitude – done. Hrabal – on my side. It’s a small book – 98 pages. It reads well and it flickers now and then with wonderful stuff. “Because thoughts come from outside and travel with us like the noodle soup we take to work”. (2) Citing from... [Read More]

I spent several hours translating from Carpenter’s essay on the strength of Greenberg’s aesthetics and I find it weak. Very weak. And, therefore, difficult to translate. Now, I started with a text from Greenberg himself and it goes as smooth as possible. I am wondering if it is already translated... [Read More]

After Borges I read a bit from Anna Sam’s hyped Leiden einer Kassiererin. Read about 50 pages in an hour or so. Quite a change of direction, ain’t it? I interrupted it and started The Ballad of the Sad Café, by Carson McCullers. I bought this book at a flea... [Read More]

On Wednesday I went to Albertina. Three things to see there: Rembrandt and his time, Photography and the invisible and Gerhard Richter. Well, a fourth thing is always welcome anytime I go to Albertina: the Batliner collection (Monet to Picasso). What shall I begin with? Perhaps with Rembrandt, to get... [Read More]