Trying to read what I wrote for Nannu Frank this morning, Don Pablo drives me crazy. I thought he wanted to make a sculpture in the sand, but it turns out he was hungry (and later found a little fish on the beach). With words on Borges, translating the music of the spheres, and the joy of books.
My answer to the European Commission "ethics committee". Ursula must resign. She is a weapons dealer, a xenophobe, she bullies islands and the refugees she created with the weapons she sold, and her appointment as EC President is a grave insult to all citizens and villagers of the EU, the "neighbourhood" and beyond.
For those asking why I am in the safe refuge of Pálairos, at the inner end of a bay protected by eight islands. And why I haven't been able to leave for Athens yet. And why I am following St Michael's Line towards Haifa and Jerusalem, with books, my ancestors, DJ Ottu and Don Pablo.
Last podcast till after the Athens Poetry Festival (21-24 Sept). A poem that just wrote itself. With a little help from a Greek Surrealist poet, admirer of Apollinaire. -- Image: Sharing a sonnet, by Steve Yeates -- On or after the 25th, this podcast series will change its name to La maktaba di Don Pablo. We'll still be on the road, but at the same time home.
Numerology, proportion, the Platonic circle. In the sonnet, six completes eight, or not, and vice-versa. With a little Petrarca (S'amor non è), and Toto Cotugno.
An unfriendly doctor in Poggiardo, who looks like Montalbano's Dr Pasquano. And a couple of songs by Djun, about a dignified night doctor, and a deep, deep well.
Lost notebooks. Interrail journal with Greek words and half-poems (2002), South America treks and city walks (2009), Lesvos (2016). Three "pitazzi" forever lost.
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About La maktaba di Don Pablo
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Don Pablo's podcast channel. Books, poetry, language & translation, the wine-dark Ionian sea, islands, cats. From a future máktaba - a small Mediterranean library - on Homer's mountain, Ithaca.