Wednesday, April 26, 2006
My Fake Obituary
Inspired by a recent posting on a messageboard by D.F. Lewis, I have decided to write my own obituary. It's not every day we get a chance to do such a thing. I have understandably kept it short.
Rhys ‘Orejitas’ Hughes
(1966-????)
Hughes was squashed flat by blind ambition at a busy junction of his life… The ambition was very large and very blind and didn’t seem him coming until it was too late… Hughes’s last words were, “Oh no, I never married!”
Immediately after his demise, statues of Hughes began being erected all over Swansea. One of the largest examples was erected next to the statue of Dylan Thomas in the marina, so that Dylan Thomas was now permanently in the shadow of Hughes. It became possible to tell the approximate time by the position of this shadow. Curiously the time was always the same – the Time of Belated Recognition.
Men and women of all ages started going on ‘Hughes Heritage Walks’ together, visiting various places that Hughes had frequented in the city. The men and women who went on these walks denied that they were members of an occult society and insisted it was simply a social thing. Inevitably some of these men and women held hands as they walked and fell in love and got married.
A newly discovered tropical fruit was named the Orejitasuma in honour of the expired writer.
Hughes was squashed flat by blind ambition at a busy junction of his life… The ambition was very large and very blind and didn’t seem him coming until it was too late… Hughes’s last words were, “Oh no, I never married!”
Immediately after his demise, statues of Hughes began being erected all over Swansea. One of the largest examples was erected next to the statue of Dylan Thomas in the marina, so that Dylan Thomas was now permanently in the shadow of Hughes. It became possible to tell the approximate time by the position of this shadow. Curiously the time was always the same – the Time of Belated Recognition.
Men and women of all ages started going on ‘Hughes Heritage Walks’ together, visiting various places that Hughes had frequented in the city. The men and women who went on these walks denied that they were members of an occult society and insisted it was simply a social thing. Inevitably some of these men and women held hands as they walked and fell in love and got married.
A newly discovered tropical fruit was named the Orejitasuma in honour of the expired writer.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Bridges and Tunas
I didn't get to do my beach walk after all. The weather during the week wasn't suitable for it. I got soaked! However the sun came out on the weekend. I stayed in Lisbon and did lots of things I failed to do on my previous two visits to that city!
First I caught a tram to Belém, just west of the city, and went inside the Torre de Belém, perhaps the most characteristically 'Portuguese' building in the whole of Portugal. Apparently it is the only surviving example of 'pure' Manueline architecture. Not entirely sure what that means! It's an impressive structure, though. It seems that most Manueline buildings were completely destroyed in the great earthquake of 1755. The few that remain were patched up in other styles. But the Torre de Belém survived intact. It stands on the shore of the Tejo river, lapped by the waves, and is rather sweet in a stony sort of way!
Then I took a little orange ferry across the broad Tejo to the south side of the river. I walked to the Cristo Rei, the enormous statue of Jesus that looms over the vast Ponte 25 de Abril bridge. Taking the lift to the viewing platform, I had a fantastic view of Lisbon across the river. Lisbon's Cristo Rei was modelled on the famous statue in Rio de Janeiro but on a more modest scale. Still impressive, despite that!
The following day I visited the famous Gulbenkian museum, a delightful collection of artworks from various periods of history around the world. The collection is small but the individual items are extremely interesting. The Greek and Roman jewellery and glass is especially attractive. But my favourite items were the examples of Persian art, although they made me feel nostalgic for my Iranian girlfriend. I was also impressed (and slightly disturbed) by the art nouveau jewellery of René Lalique. His bizarre designs, including a gorgon's head paperweight and a brooch that is a hybrid of dragonfly and woman, are intricate and beautiful but somehow unhealthy. The very essence of decadence!
On the last day of my stay I visited the Parque das Nações, site of the EXPO'98, before catching the bus back to Porto. Suddenly I thought I was in Brasilia, surrounded as I was by futuristic pavilions, domes, cable cars and pylons, with another immense Lisbon bridge, the Ponte Vasco da Gama, surely one of the longest bridges in the world on the horizon. It's astounding! Not that I'm obsessed with bridges or anything like that!
And yet my most abiding memory of Portugal this time wasn't a structure of any kind. It was a group of university girls in Porto, dressed in black capes, standing under the balcony of my hotel room at midnight singing songs to each other (and accidentally serenading me in the process!). These groups are called tunas and apparently stroll the city near the end of the academic year playing musical instruments and singing. It is all very old fashioned and romantic and precisely the sort of thing I love!
First I caught a tram to Belém, just west of the city, and went inside the Torre de Belém, perhaps the most characteristically 'Portuguese' building in the whole of Portugal. Apparently it is the only surviving example of 'pure' Manueline architecture. Not entirely sure what that means! It's an impressive structure, though. It seems that most Manueline buildings were completely destroyed in the great earthquake of 1755. The few that remain were patched up in other styles. But the Torre de Belém survived intact. It stands on the shore of the Tejo river, lapped by the waves, and is rather sweet in a stony sort of way!
Then I took a little orange ferry across the broad Tejo to the south side of the river. I walked to the Cristo Rei, the enormous statue of Jesus that looms over the vast Ponte 25 de Abril bridge. Taking the lift to the viewing platform, I had a fantastic view of Lisbon across the river. Lisbon's Cristo Rei was modelled on the famous statue in Rio de Janeiro but on a more modest scale. Still impressive, despite that!
The following day I visited the famous Gulbenkian museum, a delightful collection of artworks from various periods of history around the world. The collection is small but the individual items are extremely interesting. The Greek and Roman jewellery and glass is especially attractive. But my favourite items were the examples of Persian art, although they made me feel nostalgic for my Iranian girlfriend. I was also impressed (and slightly disturbed) by the art nouveau jewellery of René Lalique. His bizarre designs, including a gorgon's head paperweight and a brooch that is a hybrid of dragonfly and woman, are intricate and beautiful but somehow unhealthy. The very essence of decadence!
On the last day of my stay I visited the Parque das Nações, site of the EXPO'98, before catching the bus back to Porto. Suddenly I thought I was in Brasilia, surrounded as I was by futuristic pavilions, domes, cable cars and pylons, with another immense Lisbon bridge, the Ponte Vasco da Gama, surely one of the longest bridges in the world on the horizon. It's astounding! Not that I'm obsessed with bridges or anything like that!
And yet my most abiding memory of Portugal this time wasn't a structure of any kind. It was a group of university girls in Porto, dressed in black capes, standing under the balcony of my hotel room at midnight singing songs to each other (and accidentally serenading me in the process!). These groups are called tunas and apparently stroll the city near the end of the academic year playing musical instruments and singing. It is all very old fashioned and romantic and precisely the sort of thing I love!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Flights of Fancy in FNAC
Yesterday I had my book launch in Lisbon. It took place in FNAC, a large department store in Chiado in the heart of the city. It was a bit daunting but it progressed well. I read out a new story, 'The Gala of Implausible Songs', which will hopefully form an epilogue to my forthcoming Sereia de Curitiba book. Lisbon is a great city and extremely beautiful in every way. I have been drinking caiprinhas and endless glasses of galão and eating more cakes than I should. But how many cakes should a man eat in a lifetime? To balance this poor diet I have been walking around the city rather than catching trams. I'm not sure if that has helped much!
I've just had my last interview during this trip (for the magazine Sabado), though I expect others in coming months. The Portuguese have taken me to their hearts and it really is a rather wonderful place to be. Publication of my Infamy book seems to have coincided with a new interest in anything to do with Jorge Luis Borges, which is highly convenient for me!
However I plan to escape the city tomorrow. I'm going to take a train to the city of Coimbra and then travel on to Figuera da Foz. I plan a long beach walk, as I did two years ago, maybe all the way to Aveiro. I need to catch as much sun as possible before my return to Wales on Sunday!
I've just had my last interview during this trip (for the magazine Sabado), though I expect others in coming months. The Portuguese have taken me to their hearts and it really is a rather wonderful place to be. Publication of my Infamy book seems to have coincided with a new interest in anything to do with Jorge Luis Borges, which is highly convenient for me!
However I plan to escape the city tomorrow. I'm going to take a train to the city of Coimbra and then travel on to Figuera da Foz. I plan a long beach walk, as I did two years ago, maybe all the way to Aveiro. I need to catch as much sun as possible before my return to Wales on Sunday!
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