AS
Byatt on JM Barrie...
The summers of late-Victorian
and Edwardian England were unusually long and hot. Families were
large, and children were no longer required to be seen and not
heard. They talked and were talked to; they ran wild in woods
and fields; they had an autonomous, carefree existence of which
their staid parents were somewhat envious. Or so it seems, reading
the fantasised adventures of the powerful children's literature
of the time. (via the spiral-bound group)
posted
at 4:17 PM
it's a very good thing when suzanne
do
not stop...
posted at
11:25 AM
interesting to hold this thought from
The
Washington Times...
In the five measured
and beautifully written essays that make up this book, we are
given as close a look at this enormously influential latter-day
troubadour as we are likely ever to have, at least from his own
pen. Mr. Dylan's memory for detail is phenomenal and he has a
talented writer's gift for knowing what to tell us, and what to
leave out.up against this
one from jim derogatis in
The
Chicago Sun-Times...
Far from being the
personally revealing look at the "real" Dylan that some
reviewers are hailing, Chronicles: Volume One, like many of Dylan's
best creations, is a ping-pong game between fiction and fact;
a hyper-romantic love letter to a mythical time, place and mood
during its rose-colored portrait of the early New York folk scene,
and finally a wickedly funny, myth-deflating look at the mundane
realities of the act of creation in the long chunk of the book
devoted to the making of the unremarkable "Oh Mercy"
of 1989.i'm with the latter...
Chronicles v.1 is an excellent book... but it is clearly...
gloriously... confabulated... i like my dylan like that... i also
like the way derogatis keeps clear of the dylan cliches...
posted at 10:47 AM
happy birthday,
cat...she's 16...
she's been a good cat...
many thanks to all you who had
the notion... that i could use a cat...
posted
at 10:15 AM
Happy Birthday, John Adams...
I
must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study
mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics
and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture,
navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children
a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary,
tapestry, and porcelain. (via the ever-useful
elegant simplicity of
Born
Today)
posted at 9:38
AM
so... now it's really... friday
posted at 3:41 PM
leonard cohen's
Dear
Heather just arrived and i've got it going right now... title
tune, in fact... it's a fairly laconic album... a kind of sprechstimme
(not really) without the high-end screech... niceness all over
the lyrics and tunes.. a very pleasant first impression... no
dud
posted at 1:40 PM
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow : Mezzo
CamminHalf of my life
is gone, and I have let
The years slip from
me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of
my youth, to build
Some tower of song with lofty
parapet.
Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the
fret
Of restless passions that would not be
stilled,
But sorrow, and a care that almost
killed,
Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;
Though, half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,
--
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights,
--
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.
posted at 12:21 PM
sophomore sentence of the moment:
Guns
are very violent and can kill each other in the blink of an eye.posted at 3:53 PM
this is
red
ribbon week... i'm wondering if i need to be concerned that
only eight of my twenty-five seniors came up to get their red
ribbon that says "don't let friends do drugs"... is
it that tough for a kid here... and a senior kid at that... to
take an anti-drug stand... wear an anti-drug message? uncool?
i'm wondering... and a little concerned
posted
at 1:07 PM
and the crunch goes on...
posted
at 12:30 PM
the grading... crunch... ug...
posted at 8:49 PM
