The older I get, the more on edge with time I seem to become. I cannot estimate how long things might take to complete – but also, I cannot let go of the things I thought I would have time to do. I used to be better at it. I did not use to comeContinue reading “a (very late) brief pop cultural summary of my 2018”
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waiting for rain
[Written on August 4th] At the cottage. The smell of lingering dust, memories of mornings in the desert. No rain for six weeks. Reading “Grief is the thing with feathers” by Max Porter. It is short, so simple – and carries the heaviest on its shoulders. Death, sudden, to be left behind. It is aContinue reading “waiting for rain”
living in the age of humans
It has been an exceptionally hot summer, dry, an extreme high-pressure system stuck, looming over our parched Nordic soils. I found it tough. Working in July, walking through the oak groves around university, seeing trees start to drop their leaves. Hearing news about the largest forest fires in Swedish recorded history, crops failing, animals havingContinue reading “living in the age of humans”
forgive us our crazy and unease
It’s been more than half a year, now, but at the hostel in Oaxaca, in the mornings before the adventurous twenty-something backpackers had woken up yet, I read. In the tiny inner courtyard, with the small mossy fountain and potted plants, there were hammocks and the black cats would walk by, stroke their sides againstContinue reading “forgive us our crazy and unease”
a brief pop cultural summary of my 2017
It’s been 2018 for two weeks now. Two rather good weeks, I must say. Preceded by a rather good last week of 2017 as well. I have been catching up on things at home. I went to museums. Sleeping. A lot of sleeping. Getting rid of that racing heartbeat. On January 31st, when I usuallyContinue reading “a brief pop cultural summary of my 2017”
autobiographies and the need for introspection
Some time ago, I read two books. It wasn’t intentional, but they happened to be autobiographies and, coincidentally, the authors belong to the same writing group in Portland. After having read them, it kind of made sense. They were about journeys, about finding a way out of a broken past, big sorrow, drugs and destructiveContinue reading “autobiographies and the need for introspection”
a brief pop cultural summary of my 2016
2016 has been a tough year. A lot has happened, both professionally and in my private life, and I don’t yet know what the implications of all these events, changes and developments will be. So for now, let’s focus on simpler things. Pop culture. And it’s kind of funny, I realized while going though theContinue reading “a brief pop cultural summary of my 2016”
our unruly paradise
On those benches in the Montpellier botanical garden in September, I read the last chapters of Edward Abbey’s “Desert Solitaire – a season in the wilderness” (1968). It is a memoir of the years Abbey spent as a park ranger in Arches National Monument in Utah, USA, in the 1950s. It took me a reallyContinue reading “our unruly paradise”
blue food, or the obsession with immortality
I read a book about food (quite a long time ago now, actually, I’m so behind with everything, it’s embarrassing). The book was written by Niklas Ekstedt, a chef, and Henrik Ennart, a journalist, and it is called “Den blå maten – Recept för ett långt och lyckligt liv” (“The blue food – Recipes forContinue reading “blue food, or the obsession with immortality”
a different kind of soil
While lying in the sun outside the fisherman’s hut on Björkskär, with my bare toes running through the grass, I read a book of poems by the Swedish poet Athena Farrokhzad, “Vitsvit”. A year ago, I saw a play based on that same book of poems, and wrote about it on the blog. It isContinue reading “a different kind of soil”
Katja Malmborg 