Marias MusingsA storm of thingsI haven’t written in a while. It’s hot and sticky and windy and autumny in Vienna, and I have just tried to watch “Beau is afraid” by Ari…Sep 26, 20231Sep 26, 20231
Marias MusingsBye bye, Monk!For the last few days, I have tried to write music. I have been sitting there, at the piano, an old caramel-brown Nemetschke which is an…Aug 11, 2023Aug 11, 2023
Marias MusingsPING-PONGJust before writing, I sat at the piano singing one of Silvio Rodríguez’ Songs. I love Silvio. I played “Óleo de Mujer Con Sombrero”Jul 20, 2023Jul 20, 2023
Marias MusingsThe whole cosmos whispersHi there, again. Have you ever closed your eyes and listened for a few seconds, deeply?Jul 13, 2023Jul 13, 2023
Marias MusingsThe best of both worldsRecently, at 06:15 in the morning, with my Yves Klein-blue trousers on (because, summer mornings still tend to be cold), I met a former…Jul 6, 2023Jul 6, 2023
Marias MusingsLet it fallI recently had a talk with a dear friend. She in Naples, me in Bavaria. I was sitting on the stone-sprinkled stairs in front of the house,Jun 22, 2023Jun 22, 2023
Marias MusingsWhy Write?So. Hi. Hi out there. It’s a weird place to write — hopefully — to a bunch of strangers from my mother’s terrace, while a citronella…Jun 15, 20231Jun 15, 20231
