Blunderbuss in Message from a cloud of flies: On Distraction
I keep the patio door open to let the fresh air, summer light, dust, bumble bee, flies, black stranger cat with green eyes in.
The fly is insistent in doing certain number of rotations and revolutions before getting out.
Once in a while, starlings hop <2ft into the air.
Net Galley Challenge
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The fountain of western Classics
Dont judge the book by its cover
All things Shining
Bringing out the truth of a cliche was one of Wallace's writing principle. This is something solid about David Wallace. The more I come across this writer, the more he gets shrouded. But for now, authors Hubert Dreyfus and Sean Dorrance Kelly, have bottled good wine in bad bottle.
After reading 'David Foster Wallace's Nihilism' chapter, I am left wondering making sense of 'no constraints whatsoever to the meaning we can construct for our experiences'. The text leading to puzzles likes this skillfully ties the Luther's obsessive confession disorder to Wallace's agonizing writer self. Wallace and Elizabeth Gilbert are shown as whats right with the literature world in their works dealing with forging ahead instead of portraying whats wrong with the past. This being common, their philosophies are shown different. Wallace with lack of 'sacred' in his dictionary, experiencing an unbearable quality(pain) in the opposite(bliss) and Gilbert seeing an artist as a medium are pitted as two opposites. A middle ground is subject of the concluding chapter.
Many book characters walk in and out to prove the author's points regarding God perceived by other thinkers in their works.
In the third chapter, the authors go into movie snippets or summaries to illustrate their line of thought on fate and meaning in life. The reader can judge Homer's morals and learn of the Roman Fortuna (with no prejudice) and Grecian concept of lady luck smiling on the chosen.
People or book characters who know what they are all about.
David Foster Wallace and Elizabeth Gilbert about how to go forward in life than duplicate the dark of life in their writing.
Obsessive confuser Martin Luther.
Wallace's non-belief in God and self as perpetrator and Gilbert's self view as a medium for art are at odds.
All things Shining
Bringing out the truth of a cliche was one of Wallace's writing principle. This is something solid about David Wallace. The more I come across this writer, the more he gets shrouded. But for now, authors Hubert Dreyfus and Sean Dorrance Kelly, have bottled good wine in bad bottle.
After reading 'David Foster Wallace's Nihilism' chapter, I am left wondering making sense of 'no constraints whatsoever to the meaning we can construct for our experiences'. The text leading to puzzles likes this skillfully ties the Luther's obsessive confession disorder to Wallace's agonizing writer self. Wallace and Elizabeth Gilbert are shown as whats right with the literature world in their works dealing with forging ahead instead of portraying whats wrong with the past. This being common, their philosophies are shown different. Wallace with lack of 'sacred' in his dictionary, experiencing an unbearable quality(pain) in the opposite(bliss) and Gilbert seeing an artist as a medium are pitted as two opposites. A middle ground is subject of the concluding chapter.
Many book characters walk in and out to prove the author's points regarding God perceived by other thinkers in their works.
In the third chapter, the authors go into movie snippets or summaries to illustrate their line of thought on fate and meaning in life. The reader can judge Homer's morals and learn of the Roman Fortuna (with no prejudice) and Grecian concept of lady luck smiling on the chosen.
People or book characters who know what they are all about.
David Foster Wallace and Elizabeth Gilbert about how to go forward in life than duplicate the dark of life in their writing.
Obsessive confuser Martin Luther.
Wallace's non-belief in God and self as perpetrator and Gilbert's self view as a medium for art are at odds.
Book fancy
Klezmer in Running the books
I didnt try to decpher the cover, thinking it to be some letter combinations. They are date stamps of book returns to a library.
The author ran in laser tag. I move so cautiously trying not to get tagged.
The prison that produced Malcolm X housed Whitery Bulger too.
Yuppie
Fleet week
I didnt try to decpher the cover, thinking it to be some letter combinations. They are date stamps of book returns to a library.
The author ran in laser tag. I move so cautiously trying not to get tagged.
The prison that produced Malcolm X housed Whitery Bulger too.
Yuppie
Fleet week
Writing in the dark
A way to not read what you are writing until you are completely done with it. Things too happen to us like being written in the dark. We arrive somewhere we do not exactly know.
Night at the beach. Night at the office. They are not lifeless. Theres sea life at the former and mosquitoes throbbing at the latter.
The thing about teeth health, it doesnt matter what goes in there, only nothing gets to stay over for the night.
The world's ink is spreading onto the paper,
exceeding the paper,
onto the blanket, carpet,
out the street, into the lake,
into the sea, dark blue ocean.
Even into the Blue Hole. What happens when it mixes the red hydrogen sulphide. Magenta.
Cannot go hungry to bed. All the tubers in the salt lake see the color enveloping them, some fill their beer bottles with it. One student takes it to his lab. He sees the test tubes filled with it and the litmus test he will put the solution through. The perfume tester changes colors. A dab of the liquid starts a tine, a little more bring out a hue, and then some more colors the molecules in a unique way. Two perfumes with their colors next to each other and close is the mixture of their colors.
White flowers with dash of purple here and there like speckles on an egg shell. What is it chemically? What if we changed colors as we ate?
Grow as a flower. Deliver a flower. Float it.The flower takes after the blue of the water, her vine twirls around the perches on the shore. Sometimes the march of people awakens her. She crouches fro the stealth of unwelcome intentions.
A transparent stomach shows a bed of cookie crumbs.
Night at the beach. Night at the office. They are not lifeless. Theres sea life at the former and mosquitoes throbbing at the latter.
The thing about teeth health, it doesnt matter what goes in there, only nothing gets to stay over for the night.
The world's ink is spreading onto the paper,
exceeding the paper,
onto the blanket, carpet,
out the street, into the lake,
into the sea, dark blue ocean.
Even into the Blue Hole. What happens when it mixes the red hydrogen sulphide. Magenta.
Cannot go hungry to bed. All the tubers in the salt lake see the color enveloping them, some fill their beer bottles with it. One student takes it to his lab. He sees the test tubes filled with it and the litmus test he will put the solution through. The perfume tester changes colors. A dab of the liquid starts a tine, a little more bring out a hue, and then some more colors the molecules in a unique way. Two perfumes with their colors next to each other and close is the mixture of their colors.
White flowers with dash of purple here and there like speckles on an egg shell. What is it chemically? What if we changed colors as we ate?
Grow as a flower. Deliver a flower. Float it.The flower takes after the blue of the water, her vine twirls around the perches on the shore. Sometimes the march of people awakens her. She crouches fro the stealth of unwelcome intentions.
A transparent stomach shows a bed of cookie crumbs.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sympathetic magic
In the prehistoric times
hunters drew the
bulls and horses they wished
for
The entwined chinese characters
of dots for heads
and dashes for hands
and sticks for bodies
inflate with life
as the hour gets close
hunters drew the
bulls and horses they wished
for
The entwined chinese characters
of dots for heads
and dashes for hands
and sticks for bodies
inflate with life
as the hour gets close
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Manichean
When Amy Chua said that she lifted 50 pound rock in her Battle Hymn of the tiger mother, I asked my friend if she could. She said that mothers found immense strength in time sof emergency to save their child. few chapters later, the author drove her car over the childs foot and they both fainted.
When Amy Chua said that she lifted 50 pound rock in her Battle Hymn of the tiger mother, I asked my friend if she could. She said that mothers found immense strength in time sof emergency to save their child. few chapters later, the author drove her car over the childs foot and they both fainted.
Myth
Antinomian
Louise Gluck started out with enrolment at Leonie Adams poetry workshop.
poems on myths.
Telemachus poems
Penelope
Louise Gluck started out with enrolment at Leonie Adams poetry workshop.
poems on myths.
Telemachus poems
Penelope
Hibernation
of snails.
The song of snails who are going to a funeral by Jacques Prevert
Snails trapped in ice reminds me of Thoreau and the crickets
I am amazed that crickets hibernate too.
Issa's lines keep coming up in the wild snail book.
Epiphragm
The song of snails who are going to a funeral by Jacques Prevert
Snails trapped in ice reminds me of Thoreau and the crickets
I am amazed that crickets hibernate too.
Issa's lines keep coming up in the wild snail book.
Epiphragm
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
April 12
After Ted kooser's day titles
A starling is a horse garb
over a stick
A starling hops along the curb
to picks its food in the morning
In the evening two starlings
picking grains like chicken
on the grass
tinge of dark blue on the head
a green on the shoulder
Iridiscent did you say
Impermanent
A starling is a horse garb
over a stick
A starling hops along the curb
to picks its food in the morning
In the evening two starlings
picking grains like chicken
on the grass
tinge of dark blue on the head
a green on the shoulder
Iridiscent did you say
Impermanent
Hilet
Today I went to the park. The grass was partly dry to sit on it with shorts. the part of the ground with the evening sun had no bench and table. A rain drain into the park ended in rocks mostly small but one bigger than a basketball. That was my seat to read the book from. On the left was a tree with large part of its trunk on the sloping ground. A father and his little 2~3 yr old are waling on it gingerly. When they come down the slope, the kid falls as a bound toy soldier.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.
love rushes into the absence that is loss
- Norman Fischer, In the face of fear
even if the loss is that of love.
Kill the Day poem by Donald Hall. Writing in third person.
- Norman Fischer, In the face of fear
even if the loss is that of love.
Kill the Day poem by Donald Hall. Writing in third person.
Monday, April 11, 2011
On your feet
In The checklist manifesto, two doctors are just exchanging strange cases. One thing that doesnt escape the reader is the call for quick action.
Its all Mediterranean
with words like Almohad. I have never heard of Maimonides. So the mappy looking cover jacket of
Maimonides in his world book was attractive.
Maimonides in his world book was attractive.
Snail have teeth
is the first thing I learn in flipping through The sound of snail eating.
In the way the snail is reacting to the environment, even though it cant talk, you can already see the bond forming between the author and the snail.
In the way, the author Elizabeth Tova Bailey describes the motions of the snail,I can now imagine the world from a snail's point of view. at least in terms of magnitude. Say for example, if it were in the woods it would be lying on the floor with wooden chips its size, that would translate to me climbing over megalith stone tools my size. Last weekend at an Audubon migration celebration event, there was a question. Guess how much nectar would a hummingbird have if it were the size of a child? they had atleast 18 gallons of nectar. They said it needs 3 times its weight.
Somehow I never thought that all the slime it leaves on the trail has to be generated by itself. Even the dried flowers on the ground or shells of nuts though lie vastated, have to be all produced.
I was wondering what a pain it would be for such a tender body if has to travel on sharp bodies. the snail has won that battle too.
Picture Proof
In the way the snail is reacting to the environment, even though it cant talk, you can already see the bond forming between the author and the snail.
In the way, the author Elizabeth Tova Bailey describes the motions of the snail,I can now imagine the world from a snail's point of view. at least in terms of magnitude. Say for example, if it were in the woods it would be lying on the floor with wooden chips its size, that would translate to me climbing over megalith stone tools my size. Last weekend at an Audubon migration celebration event, there was a question. Guess how much nectar would a hummingbird have if it were the size of a child? they had atleast 18 gallons of nectar. They said it needs 3 times its weight.
Somehow I never thought that all the slime it leaves on the trail has to be generated by itself. Even the dried flowers on the ground or shells of nuts though lie vastated, have to be all produced.
I was wondering what a pain it would be for such a tender body if has to travel on sharp bodies. the snail has won that battle too.
Picture Proof
One way or another
When I saw To a mountain in Tibet, I wanted to read it for my love of mountains. Some day.
Looks like the reader is still towards the same destination through
In the shadow of the Buddha
Phurba
Looks like the reader is still towards the same destination through
In the shadow of the Buddha
Phurba
Meet up
I was intrigued by this book Wild Men: Ishi and Kroeber in the wilderness of Modern America on Ishi
In the folds
of a comforter
theres a world
to make thought
the needle
and went through
to make
pleats
theres a world
to make thought
the needle
and went through
to make
pleats
Images and Allusions
Mattocks keeping time in
Forgotten Fountain
Alba is a nice image to paint.
Orpheus and Person from Porlockin Doubt
A plain Ordinary steel needle can float on pure water by Kay Ryan. Like she mentions in the interview, this poem is inspired from Ripley's Believe it or not.
Andre Breton
Jeunesse Doree in My Weariness of Epic Proportions
Forgotten Fountain
Alba is a nice image to paint.
Orpheus and Person from Porlockin Doubt
A plain Ordinary steel needle can float on pure water by Kay Ryan. Like she mentions in the interview, this poem is inspired from Ripley's Believe it or not.
Andre Breton
Jeunesse Doree in My Weariness of Epic Proportions
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Poetry today
Before starting Beautiful & Pointless: A Guide to Modern poetry, in order to get an idea of David Orr's work, without much difficulty, I landed on his article regarding poetry in O's magazine and his `The Politics of poetry' article on poetry foundation. The beginning of the latter article had me trifle amazed that he linked poetry and politics. It augurs well.
Jump into the book. The `personal' chapter is a sunny day for the general reader. At the end of it, the reader can tell how a poet can keep his/her person out of the poem and still make the reader think that he/she has been a confidante. Sharon Olds tell all poetry is a good example of how she distances herself from the whole scene, while still escaping its influence.
The `politics' chapter is certain to lose audience with its difficulty. A common affliction of prose and not just poetry. Poetry don't worry, you are fine, nothings wrong with your form.
That brings us to the form chapter. A turning point in the life of poetry which takes it back to its definition. This is a good place of discussion for all readers to find themselves in - questioning an art form, its purpose.
The rest of the chapters are like voices from a distant world. Like his articles, the idea and intentions of introducing general readers to poetry are great. But his choice of approach - birds eye view at the world of poetry, moved me a step down from liking the book. The author does say in the introduction that it is not an inclusive approach which does justify the end product's loose stucture but by degrees it moves away a lot. In the last chapter of getting personal with how 'water' poem of Philips Larkin changed his attitude towards poetry, he does get his bearings back as the messenger of poetry.
Using the author's metaphor of poetry as Belgium, once there you would like to see how it is different from your native country in detail and it suffices to know of any similarities just in name.
With regards to modernity of poems,
American life in poetry
Jump into the book. The `personal' chapter is a sunny day for the general reader. At the end of it, the reader can tell how a poet can keep his/her person out of the poem and still make the reader think that he/she has been a confidante. Sharon Olds tell all poetry is a good example of how she distances herself from the whole scene, while still escaping its influence.
The `politics' chapter is certain to lose audience with its difficulty. A common affliction of prose and not just poetry. Poetry don't worry, you are fine, nothings wrong with your form.
That brings us to the form chapter. A turning point in the life of poetry which takes it back to its definition. This is a good place of discussion for all readers to find themselves in - questioning an art form, its purpose.
The rest of the chapters are like voices from a distant world. Like his articles, the idea and intentions of introducing general readers to poetry are great. But his choice of approach - birds eye view at the world of poetry, moved me a step down from liking the book. The author does say in the introduction that it is not an inclusive approach which does justify the end product's loose stucture but by degrees it moves away a lot. In the last chapter of getting personal with how 'water' poem of Philips Larkin changed his attitude towards poetry, he does get his bearings back as the messenger of poetry.
Using the author's metaphor of poetry as Belgium, once there you would like to see how it is different from your native country in detail and it suffices to know of any similarities just in name.
With regards to modernity of poems,
American life in poetry
Last of the 100 day poets
TV Antennas on the terrace. Wind or rain affects the transmission quality.
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Kathrine Varnes
Cin Salach
Sean Thomas Dougherty
John Gallaher
Susan Briante
Josh Corey
Laynie Browne
Pimone Triplett
Brenda Hillman
Jenny Browne
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Kathrine Varnes
Cin Salach
Sean Thomas Dougherty
John Gallaher
Susan Briante
Josh Corey
Laynie Browne
Pimone Triplett
Brenda Hillman
Jenny Browne
From a poem to many
Elizabeth Hughey Sunday houses the sunday house. More poems of her. who is Veronica who reappears in her poems?
Aporia. Monica de la Torre.
On Van Jordan. His poem MacNolia are from different characters POV.
Michele Batiste's poem and chapbook
Jean Marie Beaumont
Aporia. Monica de la Torre.
On Van Jordan. His poem MacNolia are from different characters POV.
Michele Batiste's poem and chapbook
Jean Marie Beaumont
Box of metaphors
Laura Mullen's Banyan poem makes the reader allocate a place for everything that thrives in its own way.
Hop scotch of prose and poetry
Maxine Hong Kingston, an accomplished author has recently published I love a broad margin to my Life, a free-verse memoir.
If you are wondering what is free verse…
Meghan O’ Rourke, a poet, wrote of a grief experience in ‘The Long Goodbye’ prose and then in ‘Once’ poetry form. Rourke was scared of poetry’s openness.
Why an artist wedded to a form loses grip on her medium during a turning point in life?
Growing up I was interested in essay form where Robert’s Frost ‘miles to go before I sleep’ stanza still crept in. After a poetry class, it seemed like I had said goodbyes to the only form of staking words that I knew.
Poetry undulates between the high of giving wings to your experience but of removing your stable ground too at the same time.
If you are wondering what is free verse…
Meghan O’ Rourke, a poet, wrote of a grief experience in ‘The Long Goodbye’ prose and then in ‘Once’ poetry form. Rourke was scared of poetry’s openness.
Why an artist wedded to a form loses grip on her medium during a turning point in life?
Growing up I was interested in essay form where Robert’s Frost ‘miles to go before I sleep’ stanza still crept in. After a poetry class, it seemed like I had said goodbyes to the only form of staking words that I knew.
Poetry undulates between the high of giving wings to your experience but of removing your stable ground too at the same time.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Different styles
Allison Joseph
In her poems, Joseph doesnt call us into them, to look at the end result. We are invited right from the beginning of the journey.
Ann Fisher Wirth with ecocritical thought.
Anne Waldman's essay on her journey of poetry.
In her poems, Joseph doesnt call us into them, to look at the end result. We are invited right from the beginning of the journey.
Ann Fisher Wirth with ecocritical thought.
Anne Waldman's essay on her journey of poetry.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Rough waters
When I saw the book Venice: Pure City, I picked to read it but had to forgo with the plate being full. I make do with this video
What rhymes with cottage?
Elizabeth Bishop's poemLarge Bad picture was inspired by this
painting
Another poem of hers. The Monument with accompanying Frottage.
A word that I have been running into lately galley.
Averroes
Caravel
Erika Meitner
Donna Masini
painting
Another poem of hers. The Monument with accompanying Frottage.
A word that I have been running into lately galley.
Averroes
Caravel
Erika Meitner
Donna Masini
second generation experiences
Yesterday while reading Talk Thai: the Adventures of a Buddhist Boy, I came across Gish Jen mentioned along with Amy Tan.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Animals and Orchards
This collection is a menagerie.
Strange wood poems by Kevin Prufer are evocative.
Tektite
Eric Pankey
Coracle
Strange wood poems by Kevin Prufer are evocative.
Tektite
Eric Pankey
Coracle
Memoir
so that one of them could climb up her backbone and escape the poverty... Rick Bragg, All over but the shoutin'
With raw sentences like this, I dont think I know what I signed up for by picking to read this book.
Bluetick hound
With raw sentences like this, I dont think I know what I signed up for by picking to read this book.
Bluetick hound
Southern link
In Hoi Polloi, Nin Andrews wotks in the myth of Goldilocks very well.
Her poems are puzzles, each peeling revealing her roots.
Her poems are puzzles, each peeling revealing her roots.
Journal in poetry
David Lehman, familiar as the editor has this concept of poems in journal in The Daily mirror and The Evening Sun
If so many people read their newspapers in the park, the paperboy should hit the park.
If so many people read their newspapers in the park, the paperboy should hit the park.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Birthing the Literary baby
Writing motherhood, a book by Lisa Garrigues can be used by not just mothers but anyone, who treats what they write as their babies.
Origins
Faces of America is a fun book to browse through. Yo-Yo mas story with three generaions of building foundation towards making a maestro is interesting.
Malcolm Gladwell being called the creative journalist is so apt. the inaugural poet Elizabeth Alexander's ancestors worked with the office.
Kristi yamaguchi
Malcolm Gladwell being called the creative journalist is so apt. the inaugural poet Elizabeth Alexander's ancestors worked with the office.
Kristi yamaguchi
Many facets of poets
BJ Soloy likes company. Especially poets. soloy invites them into his poems. Lot of birder language in the poems.
Cole Swensen/s poems on gardens of Andre Le Notre is not a single spurt of an aha moment.A Garden is a start is a good introduction to the thrall of her work. Imagine gardens being called Oubliettes or dungeons at some poin in history. As a style, it seems to be her way to do long works on a single subject. On Hand in The book of a hundred hands.
Laurel snyder
Cate Marvin spreads the length of a sentence to its breadth.
Cole Swensen/s poems on gardens of Andre Le Notre is not a single spurt of an aha moment.A Garden is a start is a good introduction to the thrall of her work. Imagine gardens being called Oubliettes or dungeons at some poin in history. As a style, it seems to be her way to do long works on a single subject. On Hand in The book of a hundred hands.
Laurel snyder
Cate Marvin spreads the length of a sentence to its breadth.
Nibble for the day
In an artsake interview, Caroline Klocksiem admires Miklos Radnoti poetry.
His poetry. poetry on him. Thanks to Kate Daniels. Need more time for those long lines.
For a flavour of Cornelius Eady, Hardheaded weather is the one to choose.
Rachel Zucker. This photo speaks.
Delirious hem. A good enough place to introduce The Satin Dress by Dorothy Parker.
His poetry. poetry on him. Thanks to Kate Daniels. Need more time for those long lines.
For a flavour of Cornelius Eady, Hardheaded weather is the one to choose.
Rachel Zucker. This photo speaks.
Delirious hem. A good enough place to introduce The Satin Dress by Dorothy Parker.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
More poets
John paul o connor
Leslea Newman
Rebecca wolff - wampum in her Figment book.
Kathleen Rooney's review of come on all you ghosts
Leslea Newman
Rebecca wolff - wampum in her Figment book.
Kathleen Rooney's review of come on all you ghosts
The n
in Wintry weather and Job slaughter poem could only have come from the author of The Method.
Sasha Steensen a 5 minute chapbook in Poets on teaching
Sasha Steensen a 5 minute chapbook in Poets on teaching
Only this way
Lyn Lifshin's poem Michelle's Citrine Dress when asked to write on Obama's first 100 days, factors in the role of the first lady in how things go in that period. Browsing through poems of Lyn Lifshin in Cold Comfort on a coveted dress, another on extra fat, the take on the dress - image - makes more sense.
I do wonder how she writes so much. And there's an answer to it.
I do wonder how she writes so much. And there's an answer to it.
Think you can recall
Today while trying to understand how 'Small Memories' by Jose Saramago worked even though it was more a summary like memoir instead of craft in it. I used Tristine Rainer's Your Life as a story to get an idea of how a childhood memoir should be written. In that I came across a mention William Zinsser's book with Russell Baker's essay in it.
In Inventing the truth, Frank mccourt wrote about how he came to write his Angelas Ashes book. Eileen Simpson, Alfred kazin, Jill Ker Conway and others contributed to this book.
In Inventing the truth, Frank mccourt wrote about how he came to write his Angelas Ashes book. Eileen Simpson, Alfred kazin, Jill Ker Conway and others contributed to this book.
Disavowed nostalgia
In a beat, the author explains why he called the book small Memories. He began with big ambitions of showing himself as a person prone to desires and terrors as in the beginnings of St Anthony, but his journey brought him to the ‘Nothing of great note .... small memories of when I was small’.
The book begins with recalling of the place where Saramago’s childhood & adolescence
Occurred. His usage of the marsupial pouch, the magical cocoon for the place called Azinhaga make you wonder if we should trust him when he says that he doesn’t bemoan the loss of the familiar place.
He came to it and did not begin with it. At the whim of his random and disoriented memory and images the reader goes through his familar landscape of childhood and adolescence, where his motto must have been 'leave no tree unclimbed'. Most stories revolve around family, neigbours and school. A myth of seamstress, then prevalent Santa, old time porters, a little of political scene are touched upon too.He does have a disclaimer whenever he is unsure of details of a sequence.
When Saramago says that the best moment of glory was dethroning a spelling bee monarch as a child over and above winning the PEN prize for his novel, our search for the writer in his 'small memories' should be put at bay. He was taken by the potter at work, blind writer punching words into the paper, shoemaker familiar with Fontenelle. He was fascinated by artists, letters in a newspaper but writing wasnt his idee fixee in his childhood. Connections with three of his works do show up in this book.
There are no chapter breaks. No wands of dramas and scenes. Its plain childhoodese. An old kind of Memoir like Harry Bernstein's.
Food
from Small memories
Vianinhas or Vienna rolls
A string of pine nuts - edible necklace.
Nonedible pinenut necklace from Native Amerians.
Vianinhas or Vienna rolls
A string of pine nuts - edible necklace.
Nonedible pinenut necklace from Native Amerians.
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