“A lot of what I’ve been trying to do over the all too many years when I’ve been writing about space,” she told interviewer Nigel Warburton in a 2013 Social Science Bites interview that remains one of our most popular, “is to bring space alive, to dynamize it and to make it relevant, to emphasize … Continue reading Reading Doreen Massey
I do not know this Mulk Raj Anand who sat in London’s public bars and made small talk. Delightful though. Conversations in Bloomsbury is a rather unusual book. Life knocked out the humor in him in later years or he chose to write that way, I am not sure.
Mel Brooks is 92. Here is some from a brilliant piece on him- A few weeks earlier, in his office at the Culver Studios in Los Angeles, he moved back and forth in his desk chair, but at a certain point he stood up and remained standing, shooting out songs and stories, restaurant and hotel advice, … Continue reading A portrait
Jim Harrison’s poem ‘Barking’. I imagine the man lived a full life. BARKING The moon comes up. The moon goes down. This is to inform you that I didn’t die young. Age swept past me but I caught up. Spring has begun here and each day brings new birds up from Mexico. Yesterday I got a … Continue reading Barking
On Failure Not sure how these readings surface on the screen. Seems like a mean little divine algorithm running in the background which throws up writing with parallels to current life situations. Not complaining. This is enriching if anything.
TE Lawrence (via Largottes on twitter) “All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it … Continue reading
Camus. It is time to read. Have overlooked his books at bookstores often. Chanced upon this quote.‘Everything is forgotten’ - witnessed it, faced it. And now the thought seems compelling enough to probe more into this feeling of greatness and how it dissipates away in the flow of years. Believe me there is no such … Continue reading Camus