sweet home south australia

am home and have waded through two snowdrifts of mail

one very real

the other virtual

carried by e-pigeons

and now

there are several cats draped across me at various points

helping me type

there was a lot of stuff in the mail 

some delightful

other things a bit odd

for instance someone sent me a piece of cloth from a coat

said they'd "seen my book" and wanted advice on how to dye said garment

enclosed reply paid envelope for return of dyed sample

must try that ploy myself next time i need to consult a professional

some of the delights in the pile included

a beautiful hand-bound book [with ecoprint and embroidered cover] made by Judilee Fitzhugh

also a small apron and a patched fragment from SRI textiles

and another apron i had found at a brocante in La Rochelle

along with a box of stuff we'd posted home

a pile of gorgeous photos from Helen Lyon [visit her pages 'an archive' via the column at left]

and

[big smile from ear-to-ear]

my advance copy of Second Skin

thank you, Murdoch Books

and thank you Toyoko, my lovely friend and the wonderful designer of the book

who incidentally has a very nice website here

homeward bound

on the way to the Jewish cemetery in Prenzlauer Berg

[where i needed to go because on Saturday, Shabbat, i heard someone

singing prayers in the dark as i passed by the walls in the night]

there are two men playing Bach at the Alex

Bach pierces the heart when found accidentally like this

much more so than when sitting among the stuffed shirts at a formal concert

in the cemetery all is quiet

here and there a stone rests on a bigger one

- a sign that someone has visited

the graveyard dates back to the 1700s, i think

the Nazis vandalised it 

more recently, others have too

i don't understand why 

on a lighter note

here is a treasure i found at one of the fleamarkets

[it's destined for a friend]

when you hold it up to the light

there's a face at the bottom of the cup

fingers crossed it survives the baggage handlers...

babbling in Berlin

Berlin is a place of intensities
some you can't really put a finger on
a city with subterranean sadnesses
but on the surface quite friendly
reminds me of New Orleans in a way
especially since Katrina
complete strangers will invite you to dance
while down in the U-bahn
little ratties play amongst the rail ballast

i carry coins to drop into the cases of musicians playing in the street
in the long passage between lines under Stadmitte
a young woman uses the accoustics of the space
to transform simple improvisations in a minor key
to the music of the angels on her shabby violin

wandering on i stop to let my fingers read the braille of old bullet holes in the stones of battered buildings

in the less salubrious streets a respiratory filter is probably necessary
when walking at night
judging by the tide-mark of graffiti
otherwise you'd be breathing in a lot of of stray spray

above arm-reach the walls are smooth cream, yellow, white,grey
flowers bloom on balconies
and some even sprout trees

under the Alexander platz a young man asks for money
he's thin and unkempt
and surprised when i buy him a cheese and salad roll at the sandwich bar
i consider it an excellent investment and wish him Guten Appetit.

Berlin

in Berlin you can buy a day ticket for the U-bahn

that will be valid until 3am the next day

there are lots of trees

and for some reason the public parks grow long

meadows in the middle of the city

cost cutting as opposed to lawn cutting, perhaps

it looks beautiful

and attracts the bees

but perhaps not these ones

they are Napoleon's particular passion

and you can find them in the Museum der Deutschen Geschichte

where we cram 1500 years into an hour

on the way to a quiet moment at what is left of the wall

and the monument created so that we won't forget

daisies bloom on this part of the Wall

elsewhere there are aprons

both in the stores

and

in the museum [mentioned above]

in Berlin you can take your dog to the public house

to a shop

and on the underground

and below some paper sculpture spotted in the window

of the smallspace gallery

[closed for Sunday, fair enough]

exhibition "knots and facets"

Jens Risch & Michael Hansmeyer

in the shadow of the wall

10 hours of Very Fast Train later
and we're in Berlin
after having to think carefully every time i open my mouth
in the Francophile regions
it's good to be in a country where the words come easily

tomorrow i have a special errand
taking photos for a Berliner back home
whose travelling days are behind her

boussy sur moudon

a magical place in rolling green fields full of belled cows
edged by cherry trees, walnuts and quinces
perfumed by roses and wisteria
anointed on the last day by a drop or two of much-needed rain
which brought out giant escargots

it was a truly delightful workshop
the soft colours of the bio-region predominantly green
with splashes of pink from red rose petals
until
a parcel from California was opened
unleashing the brightness of eucalyptus

rumour has it there may be a few more events like this in other rural areas of Europe
in 2013...

and on we go

hey ho
off and away we go
onward and upward to Switzerland
where a farm and fields await
feet looking forward to padding over soft grass
after a couple of weeks of the hard stuff

chinese whispers?

this is quite funny [thanks Asa]
and my French friends may find themselves scratching their heads
as
according to the Sydney Morning Herald
La Rochelle is now in Paris
and apparently i was doing some "launching".

not exactly...
just showing some frocks
which featured Milkymerino
along with beautiful silk

off to Switzerland now
i'll leave you with this lovely cauldron
found at the British Museum

things to do in London

you can only marvel at the Regent's Park management
here the gardeners are pulling out tulips in full flower
ready to change the arrangements
sigh
i have such trouble coaxing these bulbs to flower at home

 

so i gathered some windfall petals

before the black ones were ripped untimely from their beds

they've been tied in silk

but not cooked yet

i was too busy

having fun at Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum

i discovered by accident that if you stand quite still

[for example while reading a piece of text on the wall]

people become quite confused

and begin to stare at your details

twice somebody walked up and tweaked my sleeve to see if i was real

weird

here's a picture of a gypsy telling George Bush's fortune

[outlook not so good]