The city is cold. This is not a statement on weather here. Even on weather’s count, cold season of cities in lower latitudes is Oslo’s summer. It manages to keep an attractive and highly refined façade of affluence and lifestyle that unfurls into layers of nuances only on repeat visits. Parts of the city that [...]
Apa PantAdorable adorable writing by Apa Pant. I knew that an Indian diplomat received HH Dalai Lama when he escaped from Tibet. Didn’t knew it was Apa. Guess I’ve been thinking of Maharashtra and it’s people a little too much lately, to be coming across books and people from the state. His dedication page is [...]
“I didn’t want any more war,” he explained. “I had had enough. I’d lost five years of my life.” Do we learn? Sønsteby’s pose with his cycle is the most attractive sight for me on all of Karl Johan’s avenue. Passing by is always with a pause, to see the one who chose resistance and [...]
17/06/2018 Gjerdrum We read poetry and talk poets. They speak of times that I haven’t known. I speak of a time they have seen all of. Then those hands write in good wishes for a future, on first pages of a Szymborska book. Being gifted a Szymborska will be a memorable evening of life, because, [...]
Arrivals at sentrum. Hustlers, gypsies, idlers, street artists, locals, businessmen, tourists…
16/06/2018Here, morning is a time, not the sun. Draw the curtains and block light away for the day, call it a night. Time the sleep, wake up and resume, calling it a new day. Rhythms in the city have taken the weather’s way.
Grey City. But Jane Jacobs on my mind. And Pessoa. And Leigh Fermor. And Agyey. And Kunwar Narayan. And Naess. They left notes. I read them in turns and look around from the perch.