Letters and Notes
With the easter break looming, I was in dire need of some new reading material. The books I had brought with me to Malmö are all much loved and well thumbed, my volume of Sherlock Holmes novels, a couple of Ngaio Marsh's, Gatsby, and The Skinny Louie Book by Fiona Farrell, one in the new Penguin New Zealand series, given by an aunt as a parting gift. I am the kind of person who will read the same books, watch the same films, and listen to the same music again and again, and never tire of it. But even I need some welcome additions to the list every so often. I was excited to learn Malmö stadbibliotek had shelves detective fiction (in english) for my to read and re-read, along with some Evelyn Waugh, Graham Greene, and Murakami. The usual suspects.
One thing I did find out of left field was a TINTIN ROMANCE. Well this is what it appears to be at first glance, and probably the reason I borrowed it. Actually, its a novel by Frederic Tuten, titled Tintin in the New World: a romance . Apparently, Tuten transplants Tintin from his comic book confines into a fleshed out, realistic world with all its wicked, grave and abstruse trappings. Sounds like my kind of story.

cover of Tintin in the New World with artwork by Roy Lichtenstein (1993)
However with the purchase of an ipod before I left, slowly a collection of music is beginning again.
The past few days of avid reading have been accompanied by some excellent tunes.
Buns and Beers
Annually in Sweden, novelty Easter beers are stocked on shelves for a limited time. I have noticed most have the look of a home brew, and with some of the labels I have seen I can hardly take Easter Beer seriously. You would be fooled into thinking the one featured above is not of the respectable brewery that Kris assures me it belongs to.
I might have to down some more of this as I commiserate the fact that Sweden knows not the greatness of the Hot Cross Bun. I would look forward to Hot Cross Buns every Easter as much as my chocolate bunny and my egg with the chocolate money (I am very dejected they no longer sell this one, the pirate looked like a real scoundrel). Besides, those new eggs with their flakes and crunchies and what-not are not in the true egg spirit, not like the eggs of my childhood where the treats, be it chocolate money, jet planes, chocolate buttons, jelly beans, pineapple lumps and more, were actually inside the egg. Hot Cross Buns now enter the New Zealand supermarkets before the end of February, far too early in my opinion, and I ranted to my mother who offered to buy some and put them in the freezer for me until I deemed it an appropriate time to eat them. I declined. Well, I am kicking myself now that I am in a land where they do not even exist! Not even as dough.
Hot Cross Buns are not only cherished for their delicious taste but also for medicinal value, preservative qualities, and shipwreck prevention. Buns baked and served on Good Friday will not spoil or become mouldy during the subsequent year.
Another encourages keeping such a bun for medicinal purposes. A piece of it given to someone who is ill is said to help them recover.
Sharing a hot cross bun with another is supposed to ensure friendship throughout the coming year, particularly if "Half for you and half for me, Between us two shall goodwill be" is said at the time. Because of the cross on the buns, some say they should be kissed before being eaten.
If taken on a sea voyage, hot cross buns are said to protect against shipwreck.
If hung in the kitchen, they are said to protect against fires and ensure that all breads turn out perfectly. The hanging bun is replaced each year.
Its a dangerous and lonely world without hot cross buns.
Hoppy Easter!
Defence hedges
Today I spent some time drawing, filling a page in a new sketch book with an assortment of potted plants, real and imaginary. I would like to do some sort of installation with this fake looking greenery, standing guard at every window. A maze, or thick leafy wall. Stories tell us there is always something better on the other side.
Malmö FF
You Can Leave Your Hat On
aerial photographs of Nambassa 1979
Sweetwaters auditorium, 1980
and minus the folks and musics
shirtless at Sweetwaters
shirtless and pantless, foraging for food, Nambassa
Billy T.K at Nambassa, 1981
purchasing some crafts and arts in 'the village' at Nambassa, 1981
Clara Chon goes to Sweden
Hi-yo, Silver! Away!
Why not a lamp like a life-sized horse indeed?
What the deuce?!
Ike's Emporium
Stumpy
Burger Joint
Norwegian woods
Florence lives here
SENSING MURDER RETURNS!
Flag it
WATERY MORALES
WATERFRONT MORALS/FATHERLY FUNCTIONS
window 22.12.2009 - 19.02.2010
Another Green World (Shining), 2009, Florence Wild, embroidery on jute.
The Cotton Suit, 2009, Clara Chon, safety pins on t-shirt.
...Singing in Paris, 2009, Florence Wild, invisible ink on newsprint.
So here are some images from the show Clara and I put on at Window over the summer break.
Here is also a link to the review by John Hurrell. And to whoever pilfered Clara's painting which was also part of this show, FOR SHAME, YOU SCOUNDREL.
HOUSE / TRUCK
Cross your palm with silver
Poetry then motion
"Remember, the most important thing about buying cheese is to choose one that isn't so yellowy.
Beware, because the lights in supermarket chillers can be misleading."
And then get your friends to become back up singers when your poetry is put to music.