In her audio drama, German writer Marianne Zückler depicts the dreams of four characters, all under way one summer’s night…
Irish poet and former Solitude fellow Annemarie Ní Churreáin on her residency at the Heinrich Böll Cottage, where she spent mornings absorbed in thoughts.
»If you do something with your heart, some good will come out.« –Indian writer Amandeep Sandhu in a portrait by Marte Kräher.
»Being looked at, in a safe space, and by a woman with such poetic sensitivity, is a rare experience for most.«
Walking through Tsaritsyno Park on the outskirts of Moscow, my guide and I came to the end of a forest path.
Three questions about the Akademie’s special anniversary book.
»Wann gehört man zu einer Stadt, zu einem Ort? Wann gehört eine Stadt zu einem?«
Solitude Atlas from China by Wang Jiaxin, a fellow in the field of literature at Akademie Schloss Solitude in 1997/1998.
Solitude Atlas from Curitiba/Brazil by Pedro Dolabela Chagas, a fellow in the program art, science & business in 2009/2010.
Solitude Atlas from France/Paris by D. Kaufman, a fellow of the Jean-Jacques Rousseau Fellowship in 2013 and 2015.
Solitude Atlas from Nyőgér/Hungary by Kinga Tóth, a fellow in the field of literature in 2013.
Solitude Atlas from Sofia/Bulgaria by Boyan Manchev, fellow in the field of literature in 2003/2005.
Война в тебе и во мне. Гражданская.
Повсюду — она.
Solitude Atlas from Mexico City by Christian von Wissel, a fellow in the field of art, science & business in 2012.
»We are in a very bad situation concerning human rights and freedom of speech.« A portrait of the Russian poet Anzhelina Polonskaya.
What is the horror of our time? Silence and body, say Kinga Tóth and Márió Z. Nemes, representatives of the artistic movement »Budapest Horror Scenes.«
»Books like this one allow me to see my home country through the eyes and with the sensibility of a foreigner.« – Frank-Walter Steinmeier
Solitude Atlas from New York by Caroline O’Donnell, a fellow in the field of architecture in 2008/2009
The most enduring image I have of the town I was born in is of four metallic giants in padma asan, lotus position, exhaling rusty breath into the sky. – Rourkela/India
My girlfriend is upper-working class. She lives in Blackheath, a suburb that by train – the cheapest form of travel in Cape Town…
An extract from American writer Theodor Wheeler's book »On the River, Down Where They Found Willy Brown«, published by Edition Solitude in 2015.
You do the walking and I’ll be your camcorder. Be patient and take a good look at this picture, because you will have to try hard to imagine it otherwise.
»On an afternoon after one of the monthly fellows dinners, Clara and I discussed customs, habits, feelings, that survive from the day before.«
I’ve been trying to get to a particular place in this city for as long as I can remember, but no one will take me. – Solitude Atlas from Beirut/Lebanon
»I live in Los Angeles. After ten years, the landscape, weather, and light feel strange to me, but I can see that I have a good life here.«