Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

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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...

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I'm going into hiding

To trump (verb/slang): to pass wind. Back in the sixties this was a term in regular use among juveniles in the Kirby household following thunderous indiscretions by elderly relatives who came for Christmas.Now...

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Show the world

It is almost a century since my grandparents were stoned out of an English coastal village.They were foreigners, you understand. Not welcome by a brutal few. My late father was a baby in a pram. The family...

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MARTIN KIRBY

Notes on a hot day

A vortex of house martins, hundreds of birds, funnels down to the mirror surface of our circular bassa. Dragonflies, fish, frogs and water skaters scatter. The surface ripples with splashes as the fatigued,...