day 23; the book in your shelf with the least pages

At first I really thought it was Herfra blir du bare eldre, by Johan Harstad (especially because most of the pages are huge cheats, as there’s only text on 1/3 of the page…) but then I realised the book with the least pages (not counting handmade ones, obviously, because those would win hands down) is [...]

day 20&21; the best/worst book you had to read for school

Well, I’ve sort of mentioned the book I liked the least while at school – and though I know that I’ve read worse books in my life, I really can’t seem to think of any book, or novel, I didn’t appreciate to a certain extent. Even Therèse Raquin – which was a drag to read [...]

day 12; a book someone recommended to me

This was not a book recommendation per se, mainly a hint I picked up – something that caught my ear (and heart). I’m in that beautiful place where everything he does or says is wonderful; where every detail feels like magic and every word is a secret. Where every shared moment turns me wide-eyed and [...]

So you want to be a writer?

One of the main problems with being an artist, or anything where creativity is most definitely required, is all the insecurity that comes with it. I suppose everyone has at least once asked themselves the question, “Am I good enough?” I first got into performance art because, being a somewhat shy person (for some things) [...]

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched [...]

Brad Hamers: Interview

Brad Hamers is a visionary man; he creates beautiful and nostalgic atmospheres out of nowhere, sometimes inspired by literature, harsh words and images of a daily life interlaced with surreal images. His debut solo album was one of the first hip-hop works I got hooked to, listening to it from beginning to end in loops. [...]

Note to Self.

Pablo Neruda: Desnuda

Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos: lisa, terrestre, mínima, redonda, transparente. Tienes líneas de luna, caminos de manzana. Desnuda eres delgada como el trigo desnudo. Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba: tienes enredaderas y estrellas en el pelo. Desnuda eres redonda y amarilla como el verano en una iglesia de oro. Desnuda eres pequeña como una de tus [...]

Laut Lauter Lyrik

I went to see Saul Williams at Literaturhaus over a week ago as part of the Laut Lauter Lyrik festival. I whined at the end of SLAM, very much in fact, so my excitement that night was at its peak. A Saul Williams reading! I, for some awkward reason, stupidly tend to think that really [...]

Soft prose and dusty afternoons

The only reason why I want to be in love is so I can write really detailed beautiful texts. About love. really? yes, really. I’ve got (well we have got – but I’m not telling you yet what ‘we’ means) a very quiet, sweet project in the making. If we work hard, I reckon we [...]