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Writing Poetry: Don Marquis

Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo. Don Marquis O Rare Don Marquis (1962) by E. Anthony And, I would add, this is what writing a blog … Continue reading

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The Earthly Paradise: William Morris

Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget … Continue reading

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Good Prose: George Orwell

Good prose is like a window pane. George Orwell Collected Essays (1968) vol 1 Why I Write The illustration is copyright: Steve Cukrov via Shutterstock

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Writing: Gustave Flaubert

Writing is a dog’s life, but the only life worth living. Gustave Flaubert 1821-1880 The illustration is copyright: Edward Fielding via Shutterstock Novelists should thank Flaubert the way poets thank spring; it all begins again with him. There really is … Continue reading

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The Obverse Of The Coin Despair: Kafka

Anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate…but with his other hand he can jot down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees … Continue reading

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Imagination and Art: Oscar Wilde

No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist. Oscar Wilde 1854-1900 This is something we all know instinctively as children. Unfortunately, life (and the adults who surround us) … Continue reading

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21st Century English: Still the Language of Shakespeare

“Truism” is a word of abuse, but it should not be, for the whole point of a truism is that it is true, and those Shakespearean phrases that have been worn away almost to dust remain alive in his mouth … Continue reading

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