the spirit of mr. robert graves lives here still.


deia is glorious.

and we thought you’d enjoy these pictures we took today with some words from Mr. Robert Graves, who lived here and was Most Productive.


A Pinch of Salt

When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You’ll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.

Dreams are like a bird that mocks,
Flirting the feathers of his tail.
When you seize at the salt-box,
Over the hedge you’ll see him sail.
Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff:
They watch you from the apple bough and laugh.

Poet, never chase the dream.
Laugh yourself, and turn away.
Mask your hunger; let it seem
Small matter if he come or stay;
But when he nestles in your hand at last,
Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.

Robert Graves


Morning Phœnix

In my body lives a flame,
Flame that burns me all the day;
When a fierce sun does the same,
I am charred away.

Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun’s red spit,
Scorched by love inside?

Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and shrivelled skin,
A morning phœnix with proud roar
Kindled new within.


and here is a splendid interview with Mr. R. Graves from the summer of 1969 (a very fine year) with the clever editors at Paris Review – he sounds like a Most Complicated human being (we can relate). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the houses are magnificent and redolent of lazy afternoons under palms with a tray for tea on its way and a novel half-read abandoned on the lawn. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

while the sun is high in the sky one walks and discusses Deep Things and then, as the night draws in, the twinkle lights come on and the sky is flush with stars, a small terrace (alas a small amount of rain but no matter), a late supper, tea at the farmhouse table and Talk of the future – or not – just dreams – or visions – with plans – or nots – or silent because One Really is not Sure. Just right now.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthere is a curious comfort reading an Author in the land in which they lived.

particularly when one sees the vast mountain ranges and That view down to the water and the gnarled olive trees and the scent of lavender on the breeze.

back to Mr. Robert Graves: 


How many books have you published?


One hundred and twenty-one—but many of those are revised collections. Then I’ve written books for other people.


Why have you done that?


Because they had something to say, and they couldn’t write it down.

that’s what who-we-are-are-RL has been doing for the past 24 hours – helping people who have something to say but did not have the (digital skills) to write it o u t.

which is nice.

and helpful.

now we go to Ibiza to do the same all over again.

it’s a lovely way to t r a v e l, darlings.

even if it’s the last time we do something like this before we do something else.

which, of course, makes it all the sweeter.


(special post for @womensday) well behaved women seldom make history #internationalwomensday



here’s a post for International Women’s Day.

with music by the great tormented free-soul deep female genius of ms. Janis Joplin.

turn it up!


oh that’s l o v e l y.

firstly: Proper Credit is due to Ms. Laurel Thatcher Ulrich for her deeply delicious quote:

well-behaved women seldom make history

which adorns many a bumper sticker in los angeles (and especially portland and our cousins further north in seattle who drive trucks) and t-shirt these days but originally was part of an essay that the learned professor wrote and ended up as the title of a book she wrote on the subject.

so let us share with You a conversation we had with someone of very not-so-advanced-age-at-all last week somewhere above the Hollywood Hills not far away from the Sunset Strip:

for example, the suffragettes are an example of women who stood up to be counted.


the s u f f r a g e t t e s……

(blank look)

seriously? you’ve never heard of the suffragettes?

er, no.

did you know that women didn’t have the Vote until the early 1900s?

shit. seriously?


who said we couldn’t have it?

governments in most countries around the world.


yes, way.

time for some prep/homework assignments (if we gave them, which we do not)

wow. (goes off to look intently at mobile device)

this conversation (which shocked but not surprised us) actually gave us pause for thought (always an excellent idea)


and we looked at our bookshelves heavy and poignant with the words of women who took the radical step of Writing out their Lives.

like Anne-Marie Schwarzenbach

(more here from the inestimable “bookslut” on the life of Ms. Schwarzenbach)


and the more Eagle-Eyed of you (and we know you are now legion – *shivers*) may have spotted the Translator (we ADORE a translator) happened to drop by to say hello when we last mentioned her subject’s work. Screen Shot 2014-03-08 at 7.47.51 AM


the sheer intensity of Ms. Schwarzenbach (we hesitate to call her by her first name although we feel sure she’d be slyly amused by the use of her initials so “AM” it is) is evidence of a Life Recorded (in albeit much terror and inward searching but these are most valuable too – especially when one is on the Open road and heading somewhere Foreign and dusty and glorious……OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

talking of lives unknown.

when you’re driving (or being driven if the car is not yours but a hansom cab or perhaps a limo for special occasions, hope it’s a Bentley – the ride is so s m o o t h in one of those as we recall) do you look left and suddenly wonder Who Lives There? and What Are Their Lives Like?

we do.


especially when the sun sets into the sea and the palm trees loom dark and brooding over the cliff top and the lights come on, one by one, in the apartment buildings nearby. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and one can spot a few solitary figures sitting at the water’s edge, perhaps with a letter that they need to read – or write – or let go into the waves (in tiny pieces). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

when the twinkle lights blink at the end of the Pier and one is suddenly GRASPED by a feeling of Excitement and possibility and sheer happiness. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

sunsets have that effect on the Psyche, non?OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

while twinkle lights engender a sense of Possibility and ease – especially if one has the good Fortune to live in that powder pink almost Ms. Schiaparelli hot vermillion shade house to the bottom right. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

when women Write they tell what it is like to Be.

be what?

whatever they want to be. 

dreams bring forth inspiration.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA(thank you to Adriana at NonStop Printing who helped us with our card order yesterday)

and inspiration brings to light many things.

including how to witness and help Others tell their stories.

which Might Well include doing so in glorious places, for example, *coughs*, on the island of Deia off Majorca next month.


who-we-are-in-RL is super intense looking isn’t she? ;-)

and now – as we wind down this special post for women’s day, let’s hear from the extraordinary Nina Simone.

oh, you’re most welcome.

rock those speakers and close your eyes and let her divine rage seep into your veins and inspire you to go out and do something.

in fact:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

thank you ms. mary oliver.


have a nice nap.

and then don’t forget to write later.

we need your stories.