poetry
Iceland's Most Poetic Murderer
I’m sat with Bjarni Bernhardur, 25 years ago, he butchered his landlord to the sounds of Louis Armstrong. Today he’s invited me over to drink some tea, eat some salami and hear about his life.
Ivor Cutler
In a perfect world everyone’s grandfather would be a kindly yet razor-sharp old goof just like Ivor Cutler (and we’d also be able to fly).
Iceland Melting
Finally back in Reykjavik I was invited to go to Kristin's girlfriend's house and met her girlfriend's mother too.
Annoncering