Category: Writing

Soho Starbucks

• September 18, 2003 • Comments (0)

The wind blew me in at the corner Starbucks It’s one of those days when you’re just swept away Wherever it takes you, you go Wherever the hurricane blows Isabel’s a moody maid, raging in the south Also present on these streets, strong enough To take my will and move it It’s chilly and I […]

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At Le Figaro

• September 17, 2003 • Comments (0)
At Le Figaro

Chasing Jack’s shadow, I find myself just a block from his favourite hangout in NY. Le Figaro is a small café and pub with what sounds like delicious desserts. I settle for a latte though, watch and listen in to the customers’ conversations. The elderly men at the table next to mine are condemning Bush. […]

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Bowery Poetry Club anniversary party

• September 16, 2003 • Comments (0)
Bowery Poetry Club anniversary party

I got back to the hostel at around 15.30, after having first walked through Central Park to Strawberry Fields and the Lennon memorial – a big mosaic star with the word Imagine in the center – and then taken a subway to Times Square. There I bought a battery for my Ixus. $86. Robbery. But […]

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Hot and humid

• September 15, 2003 • Comments (0)

Jetlagged, sweaty and hungry in a small yellow room with four beds, four people and a mouse I begin my discovery of the great city There’s piss on the floor in the restroom was one thing I learnt today, placing my makeup bag in it Also, the code to use for international calls is 011, […]

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Meeting Jack

• September 7, 2003 • Comments (0)

â€?You don’t get any younger,â€? he said, holding up a picture from his Hollywood days. A contrast to his graying face and hair. But he was smiling and I thought there’s no big difference. I see a lot of strength in there still. What he was saying was of course that same old haunting phrase, […]

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Off to Storvik

• September 6, 2003 • Comments (0)

There’s lot to do before I go to the US, and time is running by very quickly. I guess I need to make a list and set up priorities. All of that will have to wait until Monday though, because now I’m off to Storvik and this term’s first Creative Writing in English gettogether. There […]

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Plattan Poetry

• August 31, 2003 • Comments (0)

Today was the yearly “Världens längsta bokbord” – the longest table with books in the world – on Drottninggatan. The idea is that a lot of stores that sell used books get a few meters each where to sell their books, and the tables stretch as long as needed to fit everybody in on Drottninggatan, […]

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Ingur days

• June 25, 2003 • Comments (0)

Three days’ intense work with the Ingur anthology has paid off. Sofie and I have managed to expand it about 20 pages, and now the pdf export works. It’s starting to look like a real book! :-) Värmland is lovely, as usual, but has been a little unkind weather-wise. Yesterday we were supposed to go […]

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A couple of days at Långbro folk high school

• May 26, 2003 • Comments (0)

It feels quite nice when you’ve actually got some writing done as planned, and it’s not the middle of the night. I didn’t think I’d have anything to put in my portfolio for the Creative Writing/CWA deadline on Wednesday, but last week’s meeting in Stockholm was productive in that sense. Sofie arrived Thursday, after having […]

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Sick for Easter

• April 21, 2003 • Comments (0)

Easter was a disappointment. First K caught a cold and then I got it. I spent most of yesterday sleeping. Today we went to the cottage and I did some gardening inspite of a light fever. Else we’re never gonna get things ready in time. K cut the apple trees and mom and I were […]

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Springtime is here

• March 25, 2003 • Comments (0)

Spring is in the air. The sun is shining, and it’s actually warm and cosy to sit on the balcony and have tea. Birds are singing, snowdrops in bloom. Lovely. Yesterday mother and I paid our first visit to the cottage this year. We were a bit scared someone might have broken in, or that […]

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A happy failure

• March 15, 2003 • Comments (1)

Finally I can be ill. I’ve been figting a cold with American cold & flu medicine the past few days, going to work though my head has felt as if it was full of cotton, my throat aching etc. All because of the finals in Rinkeby poetry slam last night. I felt as if the […]

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