IN PASSING I think it was midway through January. Anyway the phone rang. It was Marco ringing from Italy. “Have you heard, Rasoul has died?” An announcement of death always appears to represent a point because of the way it cuts into time. I remember having this image of a small hole opening in the […]
AFTERLIFE Death can come at the very moment that takes everyone by surprise. For twenty years he had always appeared as if death might visit him at any moment but then over the last five years both his health and success appeared to feed off one another, announcing a form of late flowering in what […]
DOING TIME I cannot really say that I live in hope and that these paintings might be the means of gaining recognition. Anyway, why should such thoughts occur? If I lived my life in civil society, then I would go to work each day and then watch TV in the evening. That would be my […]
MOROCCO: ANOTHER TIME At college I had a friend who had lived for a year in Morocco, part of the time in Marrakech and the rest of the time travelling. At this time there where hundreds of young Europeans who had escaped their regimented lives in order to live under the sun, to smoke marijuana, […]
HONEY It’s hard to know why I found myself alone in a hotel bedroom in Cyprus, but it was uncomfortably hot. I was lying naked on the bed trying to work things out, what to do next, how to develop a schema for a story, but nothing was coming to me, other than the heat. […]
DOG-MAN-WORK I grew up in the 1950’s in an area dominated by the mining industry. Life was divided by the relationship of the space inside the house and the space outside in the form of streets. The threshold between the two spaces was the stepping- stone on the front door. These stones were polished on […]