on life, music etc beyond mainstream

2017 13 Mai


von: Ian McCartney Filed under: Blog | TB | 5 Comments

You’re already in space

Beneath the grass and a stone that bears your name

Trabants still in orbit

And Budapest is a city I can’t get the hang of. Up, down, átváltozás, turn around. Please don’t let me hit the ground. Oh, if you could fall for a city. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time. Touching from a distance. Further all the time. Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the electromagnetic radiation left over from the big bang. (It

was only a theory.) You’re already in Space


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  1. Michael Engelbrecht:

    And apart from this, what’s the most magic spot in Budapest?
    And the best coffeehouse? Friends want to know, they are there – tomorrow!

  2. Ian M: (coffee) (food) (food) (beer)

    Most magic spot? Probably somewhere in Buda not far from the river.

  3. Martina Weber:

    When I stayed there a few years ago I was intrigued by some street dancers. I could watch them from the balcony of the appartement I hired. It was a hot summer and at dusk I biked through the city, didn´t understand a word and enjoyed it. One evening I spottet a skeleton in an empty shop window. maybe the rest of a display dummy. I watched crazy films and bought a funny notebook for girls at an one euro shop.

  4. Ian N:

    Fantastic! It’s a very musical place. Mystical. It’s in the air. And the country is so far inland, the air is dryer, almost perfumed.

  5. Martina Weber:

    Yep, the town and the country are magic. First time I was there in 1995, in autumn with a group of people I didn´t chose and neither enjoyed spending time with them. One day a young woman adressed me in the street and asked for the way to the embassy. She thought I was Hungarian. She spoke German quite well and she came nearly exactly from the village my mother was born. Those times we both were enthusiastic about Thomas Bernhard´s novels. We talked about it sitting on a hill admidst the city. Whenever I had spare there time I met her. One day we visited the museum of the blind persons. Maybe it still exists. I would recommend a visit there. It changes your perception. Never read Thomas Bernhard since then.

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