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‘King’s crossing’

image © 2012 Aline Giordano text © 2012 Aline Giordano As I am reading these words: ‘It was natural, therefore, to keep up appearances in the face of the reality of death by preserving flesh and bones’, the ferry boat rolls and the music of Elliott Smith rocks me gently; a little closer to France [...]

K-fight

image © 2012 Aline Giordano text © 2013 Aline Giordano The first time I noticed something was weird was when I used to put my judo kimono on. I must have been seven or eight years old. I would go to my bedroom and put on the kimono trousers. I would slip on the heavy [...]

‘Something vague’

image © 2008 Aline Giordano text © 2013 Aline Giordano The first time I heard ‘Something vague’, I was overwhelmed by my own feelings which had been awakened by the stark story that Conor Oberst sings about, written and delivered in such a way that it could be autobiographical. I remembered climbing the stairs to [...]

‘One hundred years’

image © 1989 Aline Giordano text © 2013 Aline Giordano The so-called groundbreaking typology of suicide devised by Emile Durkheim; I doubt it would have given mother much consolation after my brother killed himself, aged 21. I attempted to read Durkheim’s monograph, ‘Suicide’ then. I had to give it up. It didn’t add up. All [...]

‘Hard to be’

image © 2013 Aline Giordano text © 2013 Aline Giordano More than twenty years ago, when I was a student, I recorded three demo songs. I regularly listen to one of them, ‘merry christmas you are dead’, and I feel proud of myself. The guitar layers, all on overdrive and distorted to the maximum, sound [...]

‘Ici Paris’

image © 1993 Aline Giordano text © 2013 Aline Giordano ‘chacun pour soi tous pour les sous solidaires, ici Paris, épargne moi, ici Paris’ (Cantat, 1992) As I was going through customs control, one officer started asking me questions. The first question (a regular in my case) was, ‘are you French?’. They usually say this, [...]

‘Right where it belongs’

  image © 2005 Aline Giordano text © 2013 Aline Giordano When I die I want to be burned. I want my ashes scattered in the sea off Korea, where I was born. I remember the trail of thoughts behind this decision very clearly. I thought: I was born in South Korea; abandoned when I [...]

Sinking

text © 2013 Aline Giordano When I was a student and regularly travelling back and forth between England and France I used to get questioned a lot by customs officers. My Korean genes alone were enough to raise suspicion it seemed. I got used to it. It never made it ok but I just got [...]