3 Poems From the Bullring

Having just returned to Malta from a week in Sevilla, I still can’t get a particular feeling out of my mind.   A lot of things have impressed me about the city, the flower of Andalucia. A city celebrated by poets like Federico Garcia Lorca, Rafael Alberti and Juan Anton Jimenez; a city that nourished…

Hunting Duende in Sevilla

    Spain is unique, a country where death is a national spectacle, where death sounds great bugle blasts on the arrival of Spring, and its art is always ruled by a shrewd duende which creates its different and inventive quality. Federico Garcia Lorca     There can only be one reason why an artist…

Venus in Exile Sample

Four or five men around the bar were talking about the next EU elections. They were foreigners living in Budapest. Christopher watched Cassandra’s fixed stare. She watched them, her eyes acrobatically following their lips and hands as they gestured. She wants them, Christopher thought, she wants any one of those men, in a way she…

Budapest Skies

  The whole city felt like it could fit in the palm of his hands. The darkness of night was interrupted by a honeycomb of lights. He recognised every street, every dome, every reflection in the river’s black mirror. The piercing spires of the parliament looked like burning stalagmites. St. Stephen’s Basilica wore a skirt…

After the Goring

  “Papa, why are we eating tacos on a bus?” “Have we ever done it before?” “No.” “That’s why.” From the windows of the bus the Puerta del Sol pupated into the Gran Via of Madrid. The line of trees came into view and the whiteness of the buildings gave them their architecture. It was…

Budapest Poems

   St. Stephen’s Basilica   Alone in a crowd Where the basilica gives mass.   Pantheon of ivory Your windows are closed.   Dome like a panzer Hidden behind the steeples.   I think of what you will be At nightfall, and I mourn.   Alone in a crowd Where teenagers give mass.   Sea…

The Four B’s of Budapest – IV – Buzz

Are cities defined by their people or are the people defined by their city? It’s a hard question to answer. Almost as hard as the nature vs. nurture question. It is most probably a mixture of the two. The city and its inhabitants are bound in an unbreakable dance that shapes and moulds each in…

The Four B’s of Budapest – III – Buda Castle

    A Medieval castle built in the 13th century that was renovated into a Baroque behemoth in the 18th. Buda Castle is the landmark that is most prominent on the banks of the Danube. It controls an eye-catching hill, just across Chain Bridge, and at night is a fortified beacon of soft pride. Nowadays,…

The Four B’s of Budapest – II – Beauty

  “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ― Franz Kafka   It seems to me, that throughout its history, Budapest has kept the ability to see beauty. Indeed, even now as Hungary enters another millennium of existence, it can…

Running Away from Valparaiso

  The bus comes to a stop, the winter sun shines heavily on the hills. The hills are burdened with the ant-farms of old, wooden houses. Walking away from the worn bus station we enter one of the main streets of Valparaiso. First impressions of Valparaiso: no, not yet. You don’t want to express your…