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Motet
The midst of, well, a lot: my uncle's death (and worrying about my aunt, now left more alone than anyone else of her generation in the family, which seems unfair for so kind and caring a woman); my sister and her son coming to London (and trying to figure out whether it makes sense for…
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Translation
Astoundingly enough, I am actually working on the book about Gerhard's music – a project he first handed me nearly fifteen years ago. I have managed to make this such a neurotic knot of impossibility and failure, a symbol of everything I am not focused or efficient enough to finish, or indeed to do at…
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Game On
My only excuse – at least the only one I can think of at the moment – is that, after a month out of town, I've had a cold for five days. Therefore: dislocated habits, grogginess, slow response time… well it's an excuse. After a shower, vacuuming living room and laundry and feeling a bit…
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Adjudication
At home, after nearly a month in Zürich, six interviews to become a student at the Jung-Institut, and working out a detailed chart of requirements and expenses to complete their degree program… oh, and today was Gay Pride in Newcastle; fun and full of friends, if extremely wet/rainy/muddy. Followed by Skype contact with the Greek…
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Last night
The last night in Zürich… after my final interview, and a very rainy day. The interview went well, I thought – in fact I'm hoping that all six went well; we will see, of course. I was tired and a bit dazed afterwards, wandering the city in the rain, trying to find a place to…
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Genève
On Sunday, after three weeks of classes at the Jung-Institut, I took a train to Geneva to spend the day with Barbara, another student who has been counselling refugees for some years. (It always seems as though the German name for the city, Genf, is an irritable attempt at vengeance by the German-speaking on the…
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