The website of writer and poet Daniel Bennett
We bought fresh orange juice on the street and moved away from the main square, deeper into the barrio. The building lay behind a high iron fence, the gate dismantled to leave the way clear. A hard sun. Ash-coloured walls sliced with red aerosol daubs, that hurried, runic script which is the same in any … Continue reading At The Palazzo
'Convinced of decrepitude By so many noble certainties of dust, We linger and lower our voices Among the long rows of mausoleums' Buenos Aires is a hybrid sprawl, a city driven by the tension of its tripartite cultures, the European, American and indigenous. In Palermo all the young speak English with dislocating American accents, and … Continue reading Recoleta Cemetery by Jorge Luis Borges
Absence Club 