On number 100, or Claude’s homage to Queneau(series: notes to myself)I journey on the bus, de facto known as line 84 — my alma mater of public transport, if you will. Ad interim, during the iter, I observe a…Nov 16Nov 16
On an island (series: notes to myself)They come like summery, noisy tourists, their chatty voices loudly intruding. They fly away, like birds scared by a September sudden shot.Oct 23Oct 23
On a finite number of words (series: notes to myself)You know that your life will be an exact, finite number of days, so you should try to use them wisely.Oct 13Oct 13
On the hallmark of success (series: notes to myself)Success is not the poem read, but the one re-read endlessly times, so often that you can’t help remembering it.Oct 6Oct 6
On books that I shall not write (series: notes to myself) — version 6There are books I may write.Sep 92Sep 92
On “yes, but…” (series: notes to myself)“I have not read [insert here your choice of document: article, comment, book, blog, reply, etc.] but …”.Aug 281Aug 281
On writing and the importance of knowing when the flowers bloom (series: notes to myself)Aug 25Aug 25
