Preparing for my class this evening I came across the poem Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K Sweeney. I’ve written my own response ( a work in progress but posted all the same). Fragments for the beginning of the year Though I have changed countries and accents to get here, and been through [...]
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Fragments for the beginning of the year
Posted in Letters from Trieste, On Writing, Poems, This Life, tagged 2010, fragments, haiti earthquake, poem, poetry, the new year on January 19, 2010 | 9 Comments »
Christmas: a longing for belongings
Posted in Letters from Trieste, This Life, Thought for the Day, tagged belongings, charity, Christmas, desires, Lilly Allen, longings, wish list on December 14, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Christmas (as in the non-religious celebration of consumption) is designed to compound all fledgling symptoms of nostalgia, homesickness, uprootedness. It’s designed to make you wish for things you didn’t even know you wanted, and more powerfully to wish for things you don’t have, without even knowing what they are! It’s a holiday designed to make [...]
Now we see through a glass darkly…
Posted in Letters from Trieste, This Life, tagged glasses, long sight, opticians, short sight on December 10, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Indeed. Today I started wearing glasses. Full time. This is really unexpected and a bit of a drag. I used to have the best long sight. My kids boasted about my prowess. “My mum can see – like – miles away – she can read signs when we’re driving we didn’t even know were there.” [...]
Italian Roads Rant
Posted in Letters from Trieste, This Life, tagged cyclists, dangerous roads, Italian drivers, Opicina, pedestrians, pericoloso, prepotenti, strisce pedonali, zebra crossing on October 13, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Hmmm…so here we are in the bucolic paradise of Opicina, just 20 mins walk (10 mins cycle ride) from the kids’ lovely school. We travel along winding country lanes bordered with high stone walls, the smells of wisteria and jasmine wafting in the breeze, the buzzing of bees, the chirping of birds to accompany our [...]
Il piu’ e il meno
Posted in Letters from Trieste, This Life, tagged African dance, African drumming, after school activities, braces, dentist's, gardener, horse riding, horse woman, Opicina, orto, renting, roller skating, yoga on October 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Gardener has just been round with a quote for re-laying the lawn which has blown my head off. “We’re only renting” I splutter”, “Exactly, signora,” he says enigmatically. I had entertained thoughts of digging up an ‘orto’ (vegetable patch) to one side – and putting up a gazebo, planting berries and fruit trees, climbing wisteria [...]
Blogging Muse has gone…
Posted in Letters from Trieste, On Writing, This Life on October 7, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Yeah, though I’ve had some time, I’ve really not had the head space. It’s funny what blogging does to you (and here it’s very different from fiction writing). I find myself at various moments throughout the day thinking about how I will translate what I’m feeling/seeing/learning into a blog post (or a twitter – again, another [...]
The Meaning of Home
Posted in Letters from Trieste, On Writing, This Life, tagged after school club, Caffe Tommaseo, documenti, inner saboteur, the meaning of home, Trieste, Wordplay on September 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Have been absent from here for a week or more, just after I’d decided (realised yet again) that an hour’s writing and an hour’s jogging every day are what I need to keep me sane and happy (and so it follows that I took a week off running too). My inner saboteur strikes again. But [...]
combaccino
Posted in Learning Italian, Letters from Trieste, tagged Caffe Vatta, comabacciono, La Repubblica, learning Italia, translation on September 17, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Have decided to start recording in a new category “Learning Italian” – the words and phrases that I overhear or read that I especially like, or didn’t know before. This should be a very good way for me to improve my spoken and written Italian. It also gives me a very valid reason for buying [...]
Not so bad…
Posted in Letters from Trieste, This Life, tagged Caffe Vatta, cakes for school fair, dentist's, Dorato, Italian fishmonger, personal touch, racommandata, salpa, teeth cleaning, wild sea bass, Wordplay workshops on September 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As per twitter, this morning did not start off too well. Alarm not set, got up half an hour late, then Fran screaming at me about the cakes we must bake and bring to school, Stef stressed, checking the time. But I cook 15 pancakes in 10 minutes, Fran slurs on the Nutella, we get [...]