Archive | May, 2015


31 May

Mothers and daughters, lying next to each other
on the floor of a sports centre
are usually refugees, fleeing from
earthquakes, floods, war

We´re both on our backs, looking at each other
on the wooden floor of the old gym
we too are on the run: time is on our heels
turning moments into memories
in the blink of an eye

So we look at each other
and we don´t blink

The Duchess´ Breakfast

19 May

Currently I´m reading a pocket book printed in 1974, called “Nicole Nobody”. Its yellowed pages contain the autobiography of the Duchess of Bedford. From a book that is filled with near-death escapes, Résistance bravery and Hollywood jet-set romances, I would like to highlight this simple, little domestic scene. It describes how the Duke and Duchess of Bedford, when living at Woburn Abbey in the 1960´s, would start their day.

“For breakfast, which we prepare ourselves, we normally have Muesli. My husband shreds the apple with a machine, and I put raisins, walnuts, hazel-nuts and almonds into the bowls with the milk. We change apples for raspberries or strawberries in the summer –and, of course, we both drink Earl Grey or Lapsang Souchong in bed, each carrying his or her own tray in dead silence.

We then sit up in bed with the papers. I read the Daily Mail and the Guardian while my husband prefers the Daily Express and The Times.”

(Nicole de Bedford, Nicole Nobody, p 245)

This entry caught my attention for two reasons:

* it adds a lot of glamour to my own breakfast, which is basically the same (never realised how high society I was)

* I think it´s a marvellous idea, picturing two aristocrats in a stately house, with several hundreds of staffmembers, yet shredding their own apples in the morning.


Premature Melancholy

9 May

There´s a father at the park
with the legs of a basketball player
that children are drawn to like
monkeys to a tree

Clenched around his legs and
shrieking with laughter
they await his giant steps

And I know:
these children will grow up
this man will grow old
but I will always see him
with toddlers around his legs


8 May

“If a train is large and comfortable you don´t even need a destination; a corner seat is enough, and you can be one of those travellers who stay in motion, straddling the tracks, and never arrive or feel they ought to –like that lucky man who lives on Italian Railways because he is retired and has a free pass.”

-Paul Theroux, The Great Railway Bazaar, p 11