Souvenance- Gertrude Stein (February 3, 1874 – July 27, 1946)
“Gertude Stein 1905-1906″ Pablo Picasso “A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears” Gertrude Stein
Poem of the day – Janet Frame
Oh, how I love new discoveries, and this week’s discovery for me is the wonderful poetry written by Janet Frame. A dear old friend gave me a copy of Janet Frame’s “Storms Will Tell” and I fell in love instantly, and today’s poem of the day is Frame’s “How I began Writing” How I began Writing 1 Between myself and the pine trees on the hill Thoughts passed, like presents. Unwrapping them, I found words that I, not trees, knew and could afford: lonely, sigh, night. the pines had given me my seven-year self, but kept their own meaning in
William Blake at Bunhill Fields Burial Ground
It’s all at once a curious desire to visit the grave of a long ago artist, yet it is not; which is why I finally went to visit Defoe, Bunyan but most importantly, Blake at Bunhill Fields Burial Ground. Above his memorial stone is a beautiful fruit baring fig tree, and above his actual sit of his burial is an incredible tree, perfectly one with nature, I wonder if angels venture there. William Blake’s memorial stone the Fig tree above Blake’s stone The tree that Blake was actually buried under Bunyan Bunyan Bunyan The Pilgrim’s Progress from This World to
The Short Story and “I”
Literature │The Short-Story and ‘I’ Runaway by Alice Munro (published in “Avrupa” newspaper) “I don’t really understand a novel…I don’t understand where the excitement is supposed to come in a novel, and I do in a story…I kind of want a moment that’s explosive, and I want everything gathered into that.” These were Munro’s thoughts on the short-story form in 1986; the problem is that not many people share her highly regarded opinion on this form. It seems that, the short- story form is something that does not receive as much respect as the novel, and is regarded as lacking
On Being Ill
I’ve had my fair share of bouts of illness which can last up to months and months, and I know many other who go through these bouts too. These bouts leave you feeling as though your soul is being slowly drained away, you can’t sleep, you can’t eat, you can’t work, you simply can’t function. But what is worst about being ill, it that sometimes you can not see the light, and the thought of being well again is alien…an employer’s dream ehh. Well, this is what it is like when being ill for a long time. Along with
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