The prospect that, when I'm discharged from here, my wife and I'll be just four or five days from homelessness — not even an old boat to return to.
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vagabond. mendicant. diarist. wreck. Un de ces féroces infirmes retour des pays chauds. "So here is us, on the raggedy edge..." (from the film 'Serenity', 2005)
[making small talk] “so, how are you handling the cultural degradation?”
“A Brief but at Times Illuminating Encounter”: @matthewkinlin.bsky.social Interviews Literary Translator Frank Garrett @sublunary.bsky.social #babyeatbooks Read the whole interview at the link in bio 📕 heavyfeatherreview.org/2026/08/04/f...
“A Brief but at Times Illuminating Encounter”: Matthew Kinlin Interviews Literary Translator Frank Garrett
Frank Garrett is an independent scholar, writer, and literary translator based in Dallas, Texas. We spoke over Zoom about his projects in translation, philosophy, and specifically his ongoing work …
heavyfeatherreview.org
So Angela Rayner has sold out the community in London's Brick Lane to accommodate...a data centre. My faith in Andy Burnham's government takes another hit.
Getting by on handfuls of nuts, dried fruit and litres of water. The thought of anything more substantial makes me gag.
Waiting for a ride to take me to hospital. After two days of trying to ignore fever, pain and organ issues too lurid to post here, my wife and son have insisted I go. Old age is bloody inconvenient.
A quick breakfast before my wife heads to the U.S. embassy to renew her passport: tomato and onion bruschette and iced coffee. My wife: "If the passport has Trump's face in it, I'm giving it back."
we call the hell drives “Route 666” and there are a lot of them — we’ve probably slept in more vans than beds over the years — but what a beautiful country out the window, wouldn’t give this up for anything
For dinner tonight: a large bowl of udon noodles in a spicy soup, laden with tempura prawns, sliced chicken, mushrooms, spring onions, and shaven carrots. If it's a choice between Italian or Asian, I choose Asian every time.
Fears reduce us to inaction. A turning inward. Fears reduce us to seeking comfort - the rewatch, the reread. We know this and ignore our knowing out of a sense of self-care. Often we can only feel confident about our culture when it rediscovers a total joy in novelty.
In 2024 I emailed Larry re playing my harmonica in the Mojave Desert. Life is strange so I ended up asking him q's about whales, elephants and dogs for his latest film Q & A, and more recently other questions for minorlits. Watch, read, listen to all in the link.Thanks to @monalisavitti.bsky.social
minor literature[s]@minorliteratures.bsky.social · 3w ago“Events and elements come my way and if they seem like gifts I accept them”: An Interview with Larry Gottheim — Clare Archibald minorliteratures.com/2026/07/16/e...
It is no longer enough to whisper into the ears of the emperors that they are not gods, we need to whisper that they are pathetic little nothings and there are more of us
A (new) lord of war: an interview with Iryna Terekh, chief executive of Ukrainian weapons manufacturer, Fire Point. "Fire Point now operates from 83 factories inside Ukraine, plus another in Denmark, employing 6,000 people, up from 3,500 late last year..."
The Ukrainian startup taking the missile fight deep into Russia
Fire Point makes 100 long-range missiles and thousands of drones a month and is vital to Kyiv’s deep-strike capability, says CEO Iryna Terekh
theguardian.com
World on fire and the billionaires want all of the water to destroy more of the earth and cause more fires.
A truth for our times. “They will do everything they can to break us. We must do everything we can to stop them.” —Arundhati Roy
We had hoped to be able to gift our stalwart old sailboat to a new custodian who might voyage further with her, but organising the necessary paperwork has proven to be...a challenge. So we are offering her for sale, 'as is where is', at a significant discount. www.apolloduck.com/boat.phtml?i...
Prawn soft tacos with quacamole, home-made cherry tomato and spring onion salsa, and a prawn bisque, prepared by our son, with a chilled Sicilian white wine...followed by a cool shower and soon, a long sleep on a queen-sized bed, undisturbed by shifts of wind and tide or the wakes of passing boats.
A deep sigh of relief as we slumped into an air-conditioned taxi for the 25-minute drive from Fiumicino to our son's gaff in Ostiense: even the oppressive afternoon heat couldn't stifle our excitement. Given: "Rome, baby. We'e home."
A 6 a.m. start tomorrow, stripping the boat down for several weeks — and maybe forever — without us: cockpit tents to be removed, toilet flushed through and filled with vinegar, sea cocks and gas taps closed, shore lines doubled, shore power and water supply disconnected, hatches padlocked.
youtube.com/watch?v=0kbw... I hope this snippet gives you some food for thought on the nature of the damage we unleash on the natural world.
Sea Gypsies : The Plutonium Dome (Runit Dome Marshall Islands)
YouTube video by Sea Gypsies
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In the cooler early morning and late evening hours today, we packed a bag for a few weeks ashore with our son in Rome. As the heat rises, our old boat is unbearable.
Isamu Noguchi and Yoshiko Yamaguchi at their home at Kita Kamakura, Japan, 1952 Unknown photographer The Noguchi Museum Archive
Unbidden, you remember that first time you were in NYC and all those bits of 1970s cartoons and cop show - fire hydrants, newspaper vending machines, mail boxes, yellow taxis - were there and real and it felt fucking overwhelming. Dizzy with it, dizzy with the heat and stink, you wanted to scream.
You wanted to scream because America had never seemed quite real to an English working class kid. Not real and not in anyway accessible. And you were there, touching fire hydrants and watching yellow taxis. You’d broken some part of reality and stepped through into TV land and it was all real.
