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Spain versus Turkey versus London

so got a job offer to teach 9-14 year olds English in Murcia area of Spain. Near the coast. 1300 EUR a month. Awaiting possible interview with Middle East Technical University in Ankara, Turkey. If I get the university gig in Anakara it should be around 1000 EUR a month.

And then there is London for the poetry community but have to work during most of the readings and living at bare minimum to survive with average monthly salary of 952 EUR. Temporary. No paid holidays or sick days etc. A morning shift and evening shift almost every day.

I walk four miles a day to work and back to save on transport plus it is good exercise (this is actually good and not a moan).

I do have some great adult students. I feel I am doing something worthwhile overall. But there is a lot of government red tape and so on. Also the subject matter (English grammar and job search classes) do not satisfy or challenge my mind.

I have made some good friends who are also poets in London.

I love having the possibility of connecting to other artists and poets face to face.

Perhaps Spain is bit too touristy. A bit too stereotypical in its happy holidays makers and property hunters. Perhaps. And then there is the difference between ages. University students and teaching English 101, 102 in Turkey or teaching ESL to 9-14 year olds in Spain.

Money is such a strange energy force. A taboo for authentic people. Something people love or try to get their whole lives.

Money becomes a bit important when there is quite a serious lack. I have no desire to own anything except books and my macbook and some clothes. No house. No car. Just my two feet. Enough to eat. Enough to see things. Enough to get a plane ticket to see my parents and brothers and sisters in America once a year.

And my own writing space. However small and simple. But mine. A center.

Someplace . . . no place . . .

I like ambient music and birds and Jack Spicer and True Blood and way down in the hole and I am addicted to the energy exchange of poetry and music and art.

I am in love with simplicity with the paring down. The measuring out. The collecting and discarding. Whittling down.

I am not in love with money. I hope I can be buried cheaply cause I doubt I will have life savings or insurance or or or . . .

So yeah. There has to be a place for folks that don't wanna play the capitalist game.

Spain vs. Turkey vs London??????????


anna said…
London! surprise marcus? well!!
I would like write you how I discovered you and why i discovered you. interested? but,please shhhhh..
I felt that your are someone special,poet.....
Kornelia said…
Or maybe something else, hm?
Hope we will all get there. Wherever it is.
postpran said…
ah yes. that place. that place is a place I will search forever for . . .
The Editors said…
You must stay. There is work to be done.

- Alex
chris said…
tough choice

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