Red Cedar
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Category: Me
Oh! The childish poor!
I have to say, I’m really disappointed that The Tin Flute by Gabrielle Roy is the only Canadian work chosen in my program – not only is it a questionable choice in terms of its parochial approach to the struggle of people to live… Continue Reading “Oh! The childish poor!”
Quite passive, recording, not thinking,
I finished The Berlin Stories this morning on my way to work, turning my commute into the last days of freedom in Berlin during Hitler’s rise to power. I don’t know if this is a function of age, or simply of the thousands of… Continue Reading “Quite passive, recording, not thinking,”
Getting out
I just lost a post due to computer virus… so instead i give you the list it was based on. Make of this what you will.
Not writing.
I tell myself all the time that I don’t have time to write. That I don’t have space. That I don’t have enough unbroken minutes and silences to sit down and really work. Which is somewhat true. But what’s also true is that I… Continue Reading “Not writing.”
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