notes from an urban hibernation

Paris : Simon Cutts & Erica Van Horn

Pete Wall

From the labyrinthine internet via his wife Jane, I learned of the death of an old pal from Nottingham days. Here he is on the banks of the Seine a … Continue reading

February 4, 2018 · Leave a comment

A Uthappam in Saravanaa Bhavan

We ventured out toward the Gare du Nord in search of South Indian Vegetarian food, the sort of thing you do in a long sojourn in Paris, remembering our pangs  … Continue reading

February 3, 2018 · Leave a comment

The Postcard is Always Innocent

I received a big box of new embossed postcards from Ugly Duckling Press in Brooklyn that they have been promising to publish for the last year or so, and finally … Continue reading

January 31, 2018 · Leave a comment

New Vocabulary : Perce – Neige

Perce-neige is the French for snowdrop. I had been feeling sad that the great swathes of snowdrops in the grass at home were blossoming without me to see and enjoy … Continue reading

January 31, 2018 · Leave a comment


More free music, this time in the amazing Notre Dame du Travail, set behind the Gare Montparnasse, and just past the neo-Stalinist or Mussolini-inspired architecture of Place de Catalogne. (I … Continue reading

January 30, 2018 · Leave a comment

A Grid to the City

Back to the city, and always astounded by its wonderful contained-ness. I can work at the desk in the morning and then walk out and drift home throughout the afternoon. … Continue reading

January 30, 2018 · 1 Comment

A Case for Books

At a nearby gallery in the fashionably dubbed Haut Marais*, our friend Didier Mathieu, from the Centre des Livres d’Artistes, has laid out a book exhibition entitled récits / écrits. … Continue reading

March 2, 2017 · 1 Comment

Portes No.22 & 23

As a memory of the days of blithe walks across the city, at least as a memory of them from the edge back to the middle, I offer two Portes … Continue reading

February 24, 2017 · Leave a comment

Material Language of Carl Andre

  We just caught the traveling Carl Andre history at the Musée d’Art Moderne, and it was a good time to think about the so-called ‘poems’, largely from earlier times … Continue reading

February 24, 2017 · Leave a comment

Pour remercier la pluie au matin

  On Sunday, my furthest journey to date with the impediment. To the Armenian church on Rue Charlot, long-time bastion of the free concert, especially at the weekends. The programme … Continue reading

February 21, 2017 · Leave a comment