Not really a circular journey because that presupposes that the person who comes back is the person who set out all those days, months or years before. But we are confined to our spherical prison under the stars and under the sun. Renzo Piano’s Shard points the way out. The straight line must be the…
And what is the smell of pilgrimage? Fragrant, or foul? Towards the blissful odour of the divine? Or the stink of God dying (if/when God detects the smell)? I’ll begin with a quotation- Enrique Vila-Matas, tr Rosalind Harvey and Anne MacLean. Dublinesque (2012), P 24. The narrative is taking Samuel Riba back to his home…
Categories (2024) are:
Different WORDSTALL Categories in the past supported the mainly experimental personal writing in posts. The previous list of Category headings was: Anti-gravity Surgery / Atelier / Catastrophe Games / Echo Effects / Exodus / Fundamental Perversions / Hitting the Potholes / Holy Fool-Hero / In Conversation / Old Men Traveling / On the Street / Out in the Wilderness / Over and Beyond / Tonite at the Coliseum. Some of these still persist or recur as Tag key-words.
The even earlier Category headings for the walkingtalkingwriting blog (2006-2012) have been forgotten, but can be explored if desired via the long tail of monthly posts for those years here.