BETWIXT: Europe

THE LAST TOURIST - After Thomas Coryat (1577–1617)

Robin Hunt walked across some of Europe in the spring and summer 2007. In 2010 and 2011 he returned to finish the route, the poor man's Grand Tour: here's travel, cities, the country, art, love, literature, mirrors and printing presses. The Old Europe of 1608, the confused New Europe and much in between. The End (of the writing) is in sight...

Thursday, 22 November 2012

The European Sphere

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we are dealing with the very first instance of an accommodation of sovereign nation states – moreover, the first generation of particul...
Tuesday, 23 October 2012

The Pimpernel Poet of the British Library

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Almost as soon as Vera Frankl finished editing The Best Read Office, our programme about the readers at the British Library, I was back at ...
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Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Where I am writing Betwixt - and why it's so slow

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That's the Euston road in sunnier times (2011). And a few yards away is this Which is the British Library. On Saturday th...
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Sunday, 15 July 2012

A Poem

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A SMALL POEM FOR VLISSINGEN Zo de wind waait, waait z’n jasje  As the wind blows, so does his jacket  (i.e. He will jump on any b...
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Found Flushing Photos

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Maybe Tom? Sailing for where? Flushing 2011
Thursday, 23 February 2012

London - conversations with horses

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"Nietzsche believed that 'only thoughts which come from walking have any value'. And look what happened to him, seething till h...
Wednesday, 19 October 2011

My Very Own Spaces in Between

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Even when intensely focused - on Coryat, his route, the Rhine, just finishing, the detail of everything from light to the often mythological...
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Wednesday, 12 October 2011

The Walk to Duisburg

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This far into the journey a potential 40 kilometre walk holds few fears, and though the hills and mountains that have formed my backdrop in ...
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Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Art Haus

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The first towne that I came unto was Dysseldorp a faire towne of Cleve-land, situate hard by the Rhene, which is famous for two things, the ...
Monday, 3 October 2011

Tatort in Dusseldorf, following the money

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Late Sunday sun on Ratinger strasse in Dusseldorf, close to the river, and I am sitting on a bench at the Goldenen Einhorn, the Golden Unic...
Friday, 30 September 2011

A little Cruditie

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I felt bad taking the train to Dusseldorf until I discovered that Tom had taken a boat all the way from Cologne to Rees, and he'd ganged...
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Cologne and the Gunpowder Plot

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One final detail. On his last day in Cologne Tom saw, somewhere in the city, a portrait of the Jesuit Priest, Henry Garnett, who had been ex...
Wednesday, 28 September 2011

A moment from Stifel, Cologne - the human juke box

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Sitting in the pub window watching the world go by, about eleven on Saturday night. A man dressed with a silver foil wrapped box on his head...
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At Cologne Cathedral

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The situation of Colen is very delectable... Their Cathedrall Church which is dedicated to St. Peter is a goodly building, but it is a great...

Written in Dusseldorf

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After the poetry night, coming soon after Beuys, Tartort, and salsa... North By Northwest, again, on German TV Early enough, as a kid, the R...
Thursday, 22 September 2011

Flushing

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A small poem for Vlissigen Zo de wind waait, waait z'n jasje As the wind blows, so does his jacket (i.e. He will jump on any bandwagon) ...
Thursday, 15 September 2011

Underground

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The older grey-haired busker is already at his spot, where he'll play a David Byrne song about ten thousand times, and noodle nice blues...
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Post Chamberlain, the Clash Years

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Cologne at 5.30am for geo-spatial reasons which don't involve being a Time Lord, though I have been in conversation with a pair of Afrik...

Anarchy in the old Capital

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If Bonn was Washington, then Petersburg was Camp David, incidentally a fashion label worn unselfish-consciously around town by sturdy, short...
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Where Britain Lost its Morality (1938)

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You're only here once, so you've got to get it right - no time to fuss and fight - Coz life doesn't mean much if it's measur...
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