The other day I posted some of Jared Noel’s reflections on the meaningless of suffering, and how the […]
All the time I feel the tension between composing poetry and writing incidental prose, but I feel it as a creative interchange, not as a conflict. When I took care to describe, in my Wimbledon reports, how Jimmy Connors deployed his Early Grunt along with a two-handed line drive and Bjorn Borg returned it along with a grunt in Swedish, I was being as poetically concentrated as I could ever get. The secret of writing that kind of journalism was to give it everything. The River in the Sky is full of momentary scenes that I might have written as journalism, but the opportunity never arose. Now they have. And only just this morning I saw, out there in the garden, a butterfly getting into a flower. He would have been in the poem if he’d arrived earlier.
— Clive James, New Statesman, August ’18
I met the extraordinary Jared Noel on August 26, 2014, at the West Auckland hospice where he was […]
One movie … every night … for the next year … Two pretty confronting movies the past two […]
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