Psychogeography: Maps, Borders, Paradise
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog When I was young and being driven somewhere or other, I would always notice and ponder the physical space between signs […]
Homage to Samuel Beckett
by Fraser Hibbitt There is a myth from Ancient Greece – containing a well-known proverb that reverberated in Greek thought. It involves the creature Silenus, the teacher of the wine […]
On the Wonders of Classical Music
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I have always listened to classical music, though perhaps that’s rather too vague a term for all of the wonderful varieties […]
Farewell Alto Reed – Saxophonist Extraordinaire
by Fraser Hibbitt and Carl Kruse Just before the new year, Alto Reed passed away, adding a sad note to an already challenging year. The saxophonist and friend who spent […]
How I fell in Love With Winter
by Hazel Anna Rogers I was always a “summer” person, as it were, despite my tendency to overheat and get exceptionally sweaty the minute the weather went above 17 […]
Check Point Charlie Berlin
by Carl Kruse During the Cold War, Checkpoint Charlie was a border between East and West Berlin or more appropriately, the ONLY border where you could legally cross between the […]
A Poem by Hazel Anna Rogers
I wake, open, Into the arms of the gentle night. Not yet do the silhouettes of naked boughs Charm the light, Nor has the soft chatter of sharp beaks Set […]
The Art of Journaling
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog There can be a stifling freedom around a blank page, and that is all a journal is; a collection of blank pages. […]
Reveries of Starvation – Proust, Melville & Donuts
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I spent a large part of my teenage to early adult life starving myself, to various degrees. My memory around these […]
Tips For Better Conversations From Celeste Headlee
by Carl Kruse Apologies for the click-baity title though no click bait here only notes from a Celeste Headlee TED talk in Savannah, Georgia on how to have better conversations. […]
On Walking or Psychogeography
by Fraser Hibbitt I started walking because there was nothing else to do. Walking, I had found, was one way to disperse those sobering complaints of everyday tasks, leaving blind, […]