"The whole universe is made of curves."
---O. Niemeyer.
Was still working at the age of 102; is now nearing 105. E. Carter, who recently passed away at the grand age of 103, also worked till very late (haven't listened to him, but check bob's wonderful site, an overgrownpath for insights). Hobsbawm, of course, whose last book was published at the age of 94. D. Athill (94) on a book tour; Mary Wesley (first book at the age of 70); Fay Weldon (81) and N. Gordimer (89) published novels this year; Mary Midgely (90), still writing; Ruth Stone (96), a prolific writer. E. Fienstein (82) a British poet, playwright, and novelist. Anne Stevenson (79)...
(from The Guardian).
There's hope fro Romney yet!
Sorry, sorry.
Youtube is still down thanks to the ridiculous ban. In any case, should be getting Natalie Clein's From Jewish Life soon. Can't wait. In the meantime, downloading (er...buying) The Pledge, The Master, A. Part's Adam's Lament, and Beasts of the Wild South.
The sudden swerve, the tyres coming to a halt on the gravel. How did we get here, mid-life and stranded, the trysts and twists of fate, like an animal caught in the lights, catching his own breath. Which way now? Unscripted, or if it is, then you can't read.
---O. Niemeyer.
Was still working at the age of 102; is now nearing 105. E. Carter, who recently passed away at the grand age of 103, also worked till very late (haven't listened to him, but check bob's wonderful site, an overgrownpath for insights). Hobsbawm, of course, whose last book was published at the age of 94. D. Athill (94) on a book tour; Mary Wesley (first book at the age of 70); Fay Weldon (81) and N. Gordimer (89) published novels this year; Mary Midgely (90), still writing; Ruth Stone (96), a prolific writer. E. Fienstein (82) a British poet, playwright, and novelist. Anne Stevenson (79)...
(from The Guardian).
There's hope fro Romney yet!
Sorry, sorry.
Youtube is still down thanks to the ridiculous ban. In any case, should be getting Natalie Clein's From Jewish Life soon. Can't wait. In the meantime, downloading (er...buying) The Pledge, The Master, A. Part's Adam's Lament, and Beasts of the Wild South.
The sudden swerve, the tyres coming to a halt on the gravel. How did we get here, mid-life and stranded, the trysts and twists of fate, like an animal caught in the lights, catching his own breath. Which way now? Unscripted, or if it is, then you can't read.
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