Honoré de Balzac was an incredible, prolific writer. I wonder if it was because he drank 50 cups of coffee daily. So, writers, is this the secret to success? Still one must take into consideration that he died when he was only 51. At what price fame?
I read an article in the NY Times on March 9th about the author Jeanette Winterson and thought it was so good, that I am quoting her here on my little blog. So here’s one for all you poets out there, struggling with the “tough language.” “When people say that poetry is a luxury, or […]
Oxymoronic— I understand the word now— It’s seeing this snow flutter and fall to cover cottonwoods just leafing out, to smother pansies, tulips and daffodils— the fresh-mown emerald grass on the golf course in Jeremy Ranch To these expressions: gigantic shrimp, and steel magnolias, I add this: remnant, residual, linger- ing winter snow-covered spring blossoming.
Appearances What it seems to be is a 3 X 5 black leather passport and now sits in the left hand corner of the red suede blotter on my desk. Thick black linen tape runs along the back spine, covering ¾ of an inch back and front. It is undated, unmarked except for a beige […]