Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

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MARTIN KIRBY

My Catalonia an indelible day

Wheresoever you find yourself right now, whichever side of the fence/the vote, I want you to hug/dance with/smile at/ be happy with somebody. Preferably someone of the contrary view.As a Catalan Brit very...

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MARTIN KIRBY

Barefoot truth

Taking off my shoes really helps. I slow down. The dawn path to the pony corral to feed La Petita becomes an exercise in grounding. It is never pain-free, but that is fleeting. I feel, see, appreciate...

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MARTIN KIRBY

An age of chaos

I have been battling to square the circle for a year now. The insanity that was Brexit depressed me so deeply, and this was subsequently compounded by the coronation of Trump. What was going on?Something...

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MARTIN KIRBY

Stop right now

It is something extra special, isn’t it, this smart, wired world when you are available 24/7 and absolutely everything and everyone is available to you?No. With increasing frequency it is anything but.When...

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Homage to the Priorat

One Catalan jewel among the many, my home comarca of the Priorat, is a prism of rainbow light right now that arches through time and across the globe.I have spent a quarter of my reasonably long life within...

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Empires of the mind

Our 16-year-old, gentle son is justifiably impatient, wishing time to fly. I am the opposite, naturally, yearning for it to stop. He is keen to set sail. I want to anchor.What a mind-bending month. Two...

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Far out, Guillem

I like to think of myself more of a hippy than a punk. I'm tactile, allergic to razors, happily pre-occupied with detail and things I am close to, while also frequently a cosmic dreamer.What is unmanageable...

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Henry, English hero for Catalans

Come to England with me for a few moments. Let's talk of heroes.You might think that the setting of my wild English childhood - of a one sock up, one down, scruffy, bare-kneed boy roaming along the dangerous...

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Thank you little tree

I am drawn to head north again, out of the gorges and mountain drama of the Priorat and up onto the vast landscape of southern Lleida, those close yet, for too long, distant rolling plains of history and...