ıt has been some time since my last communique. i am safe and well and in praha, being a kafka trainspotter. i breakfasted at his bones this morning,and have visited his birthplace (now a crappy exhibition) and his workplace near the castle (now a bookshop, tho apparently he only lived there for five months). there were many sad little tributes on his humble grave, bits of damp paper placed under rocks by sad sacks from the world over who have developed an affinity with prematurely dead writers. fair enough, we are an antisocial bunch and somewhat difficult to get along with while alive. this city is beautiful despite the throngs of people like me, but with more money, that cover every cobbled inch. the czechs take their capitalism seriously, and who can blame them?
had a good encounter on friday. due to my predeliction for taking the scenic route i stumbled upon a sandwich board that said The Falconers of Prague Castle Cordially Invite You to an Exposition of Owls andBirds of Prey. Half a dozen damp such birds were tethered to posts in a small section of the park. I stuck my hand in a sweaty leather glove and held the weight of the enormous Eagle Owl that perched on it. His great orange eyes (as big as saucers, like the dog in the fairytale) looked into mine. oh inscrutable creature.
I have seen the castles and cathedrals, sculptures and prose. I even went to a fairly tacky museum of medieval torture... i’ve been mad at the prison system in Australia for ages but geez I’m glad it’s not the16th century. They used to hang queer boys upside down and saw them down the middle (between the legs) with a two-man lumberjack saw. The blood to their heads made them live through most of this procedure. Whereas witches and cantankerous ladies got slower deaths on spikes or mutilations via white-hot pincers through the breasts. Racks and chains, whips and cuffs, it’s not that sexy when you think about it.
previously i was in Berlin (still my kinda city, though the anarchist scene is pretty fucked up over palestine) and then Besigheim, hanging out with my best mate's daughter Kea, who is almost two. A beautiful, charming genius who is obsessed with cats, she made me draw them at every opportunity. Obviously we got on like a house on fire. Kieren and Sarah will soon leave for Australia. You should hang out with them, they're ace.
well, i'm off to drink krusovice and work out how to get to krakow. old buildings are nice and all, but i'm ready for the next batch. don't think i won't be singing gunners on the night train.
love j
had a good encounter on friday. due to my predeliction for taking the scenic route i stumbled upon a sandwich board that said The Falconers of Prague Castle Cordially Invite You to an Exposition of Owls andBirds of Prey. Half a dozen damp such birds were tethered to posts in a small section of the park. I stuck my hand in a sweaty leather glove and held the weight of the enormous Eagle Owl that perched on it. His great orange eyes (as big as saucers, like the dog in the fairytale) looked into mine. oh inscrutable creature.
I have seen the castles and cathedrals, sculptures and prose. I even went to a fairly tacky museum of medieval torture... i’ve been mad at the prison system in Australia for ages but geez I’m glad it’s not the16th century. They used to hang queer boys upside down and saw them down the middle (between the legs) with a two-man lumberjack saw. The blood to their heads made them live through most of this procedure. Whereas witches and cantankerous ladies got slower deaths on spikes or mutilations via white-hot pincers through the breasts. Racks and chains, whips and cuffs, it’s not that sexy when you think about it.
previously i was in Berlin (still my kinda city, though the anarchist scene is pretty fucked up over palestine) and then Besigheim, hanging out with my best mate's daughter Kea, who is almost two. A beautiful, charming genius who is obsessed with cats, she made me draw them at every opportunity. Obviously we got on like a house on fire. Kieren and Sarah will soon leave for Australia. You should hang out with them, they're ace.
well, i'm off to drink krusovice and work out how to get to krakow. old buildings are nice and all, but i'm ready for the next batch. don't think i won't be singing gunners on the night train.
love j
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