Here is a picture of me reading in late May on my trip to Boston. This is Cambridge at the “Poetry Readings at Outpost 186” series of readings with Andrew Singer’s art all around me. Picture by Elizabeth Oehlkers Wright. Among the texts I read was a brand new poem about my grandfather who has died in June.
Last time I was in Paris I went to (and recommended on the blog) a bunch of bookshops. This time I wasn’t there for a conference so I had time to visit more, but I would only recommend three of them. They are from left to right (click to enlarge): the Librairie Vendredi at the top of rue des Martyrs, Le Monte-en-l’air, nestled between a church and the busy rue Ménilmontant, as well as the queer-themed Les Mots à la Buche, just around the corner from tourism hotspot rue des Rosiers. At the bottom, all the books I bought, minus one that I cannot currently locate.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I will be having a holiday-holiday, and not just a handful of days wrapped around a conference. I will be spending a few days in Tallinn next week – and afterwards a few days in Helsinki. Anything you can recommend me in the way of spending my time in Tallinn? Or things to read? I am currently reading Sofi Oksanan in preparation for the trip. Tipps? Suggestions? What is essential to eat?
Following this post of my own costume, and this picture from a so-called Veedelszog, here is a picture of one of the huge doors of the Cologne Cathedral, taken last Thursday, at the onset of the festivities. Photograph again by Azatoth.
As promised, photographic evidence of my pilgrimage to Klopstock’s grave (top left)
Also, here I am in front of the Buddenbrook House (top right), the Heine Haus,and some random Russian Church and other places. Additionally featured: my sister and a crucifixion. More pictures may be added as the evening goes on.
Broke my toe yesterday, went to the doctor today, who taped it to the neighboring toe and told me to come back monday. Yeah, well. Nice to meet you. I believe you have not met my friend yet, The Claw. Bah. And it hurts like fuck.