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Every time

Every time I think of shuttering the door and pulling the curtains closed (on my blog) I cry.  Not because of the quiet, still keyboard or the hush, hush sound of decay.  539 more words

Musings

The only thing in this world is music–music and books and one or two pictures. I am going to found a colony where there shall be no marrying–unless you happen to fall in love with a symphony of Beethoven–no human element at all, except what comes through Art–nothing but ideal peace and endless meditation.

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Christa Wolf's One Day a Year 2001-2011

Christa Wolf’s One Day a Year is without equal. With remarkable resolve, Wolf described one day, the twenty-seventh of September, for five decades. This latest edition completes what is available in English translation. 204 more words

Virginia Woolf

Weekend Reading

There is plenty to read this week about the Grenfell Tower fire in London, however this piece stands out. Sanaz Movahedi’s account of her friend and fellow artist Khadija Saye. 113 more words

The Waves by Virginia Woolf

The Waves is a journey through trauma, one that plays out collectively but also internally. It distills a set of lives into vignettes that are equal parts explosive and exquisite, each character reconciling themselves with senescence, change, and loss. 117 more words

Readings

Bloomsday, June 16, 1904

Steve sent me an e-mail, noting that today is Bloomsday, and I asked him to tell us more about it.  Here’s his posting about Bloomsday.  (I hope you’ll submit a reply.) 482 more words

Literary Periods