Maltese musings

Alexia PdC

29 Sep 2025 — 1 min read

A few short thoughts from the archipelago that is Malta. I had a good time, would recommend esp for spoonie rest.

Malta, a place of many empires

meeting

melting

mouthing

“we were here, too”

The British were last, carving out there ‘politeness’ into the limestone

Mdina – Arabic for city – was captured by HBO

Making a Europe writ by George RR Martin

An American in love with the warring lores of these seas and lands

Which then raped and pillaged all over Turtle Island

One big clusterfuck of death and destruction

And yet Malta feels peaceful

Small amongst its historical might

A land reclaimed and a social structure rebuilt

Not without paying the toll to Capitalism, though

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Where are the words

Where are the words

When the air is wet and your hands are cold in your room Called to be in hibernation for three to four months The system denies that mammalian softness, as it tears all of us from our natural needs A candle burning on the slate hearth of my rented room

A letter from the empire to himself

I yearn to be less stubborn, and willing to see the possibilities beyond myself I am nearly 450 years old Dusty and tired in every pore, and yet Habits are hard to let go I am the largest empire of all time A quarter of the world’s land in

Hold the pose

Hold the pose

Vogue, strike a pose. Shed your clothes. Hold for 10 minutes. Feel the slow burn. Scritch scritch, scratch. “10 minutes left” In the break I walk around the room slowly, taking in the many versions of myself. Held by the artists’ gaze, I am a powerful solid body, beautiful to

Gather

Gather

Allow Me To Gather You, And Your Name After Mahmoud Darwish Allow me to know you, in my heart As you know your land, your home, your love Allow me to taste the joy of olives and watermelons grown with the care of a thousand ancestors Allow me to feel