Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

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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,...

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Go on – find out who you really are

Here I sit, cocooned in a mountain valley in the timeless Priorat, British-born, Catalonia-committed, alarmed by the jingoism and racism in my old country that's been stirred like mud from the bottom of...

. LLUÍS ROMERO
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MARTIN KIRBY

They are legend

Drift east along our sleepy lane, away from the patchwork farms, lush gardens radiating from the village, towards the brooding pine forest and tooth of limestone that is La Mola Mountain. It is a timely...