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| I do believe you're writing to your audience, John |
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Ghost stories? Naturalism? I half expected Mrs. Kucinich to pop out from behind one of those ancient oaks. (Homina homina.)
I like these old, cluttered relics of homes and estates you write about. The misty forgotten forests almost seem a natural extension of it--or maybe vice versa. Are stands of old growth still likely to be dotting the neglected grounds? It's pleasant to imagine.
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| Re: I do believe you're writing to your audience, John |
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Seems the relics are the most expressive desiderata of our hybrid culture -- only very recently have writers like Sebastian Barry and Eugene McCabe given voice to the cross-fertilizations of English and Irish cultures. I suppose these are a little pastiche in that direction. |
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| That was kind of stunning, John. |
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I'm obsessed with, among other British Isles stuff, Caligula's (sp?) "conquering" Ireland while standing at the shores of the ocean. Or Channel. (I think I'm going to change my avatar to a young-ish Peter O'Toole. [Sp?]) I.e., like those Irish King Phantoms could've surrendered even in death. Well done.
What's been going on in my bean the last week only contributed to the fact that that was an extremely enjoyable read. So thanks. |
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| Re: That was kind of stunning, John. |
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Thanks, switters, and I hope all's well. |
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| American Idol, of course! |
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And supper.
But honestly, you fucking Irish piss me off. My dad and I used to watch Dave Allen reruns on PBS. You people, and I use that in a racist fashion, and I say it again, piss me off. Recall my O'Casey'd grandson roommate from sophomore year. He had this poster of Irish writers. To this day all I can say is, "Fuck." when I think who was on it.
I wish I were a writer. (Note: Not fishing for compliments.)
You have a great cadence to your prose. bacon, I think, reads his stuff aloud when he edits. I like that. I suspect you do because of your prose's distinct musical aspects.
Me? I think, "What Would Patton Oswalt Say?" |
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| Re: American Idol, of course! |
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I know that poster -- Swift, Joyce, Beckett, Yeats, O'Casey, Wilde, Shaw, Kavanagh, Behan. What else can one say but "O Fuck"? They are certain reminders, as if I needed them, of how puny my efforts are. I'm teaching The Plough and the Stars, and remembered what your friend said about the second act. My students can't get into it at all, the heathens.
Talk about music in words, how 'bout these from Beckett's story, 'From an Abandoned Work',
With so much life gone from knowledge how to know when all began, all the variants of the one that one by one their venom staling follow upon one another, all life long, till you succumb. So in some way even olden things each time are first things, no two breaths the same, all a going over and over and all once and never more.
Say those lines aloud. Now, there's verbal music.
Went to see 'Cloverfield' tonight. Some very stunning looking girls in that film. And what are you talking about? You are one of the finest writers I know. |
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That he wrote his stuff in French as well as Irish (trying to be funny there, like Irish is a language [I know, it is {the accent alone is foreign}]) pisses me off more.
I think that's exactly the poster he had, spying on us in our top floor Harlem flat kitchen on 121st Street and Manhattan Avenue. The stories he had.
Heathens, indeed. Stay black (Irish), brah brah.
(Confession: I really do want to be a farmer when I grow up.) |
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If I had money [which I don't] I'd buy a farm. I know exactly the one I'd buy too, have had my roving eye on it for years. Does it mean we'd be less connected to the world by choosing to live that way? We'd probably be more connected, and in more substantive ways.
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but to the actual world, instead of the one we fabricate.
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yes, indeed it is. i have to wonder what sort of insane translation software turns "right" into "Nautical starboard" though. i'm not sure i could even get that from babelfish, no matter how many different languages i went through. |
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