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Tag Archives: Ford Madox Ford
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, / Hath put a spirit of youth in everything …
“Play to the lines, through the lines, but never between the lines. There simply isn’t time for it.” – George Bernard Shaw to actress Ellen Terry on performing Shakespeare, 1896 Today is (supposedly, roughly) the birthday of William Shakespeare. April … Continue reading
Posted in On This Day, Theatre, writers
Tagged Ben Jonson, Ford Madox Ford, George Bernard Shaw, Michael Schmidt, poetry, W.H. Auden, William Shakespeare
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“I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.” — Rebecca West
It’s her birthday today. It is hard to talk about her without referencing the generations of writers she inspired, all of whom admit their debt. Robert Kaplan is the most open about it (in Balkan Ghosts, which launched his career, … Continue reading
Posted in Books, On This Day, writers
Tagged Austria, Balkans, D.H. Lawrence, Ford Madox Ford, France, George Bernard Shaw, Germany, Katherine Mansfield, Leo Tolstoy, Mark Twain, nonfiction, politics, Rebecca West, Roman empire, Russia, Serbia, W.B. Yeats, war, Warren Beatty, Yugoslavia
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Rejoyce. It’s Bloomsday.
Some men send flowers to commemorate an anniversary. James Joyce wrote Ulysses. Overachiever. On June 15, 1904, young James Joyce sent a note to Nora Barnacle, who was a waitress at Finn’s Hotel. Barnacle (what an apt name) was a … Continue reading
Posted in Books, James Joyce, On This Day, writers
Tagged Bloomsday, E.M. Forster, Edna O'Brien, Ernest Hemingway, Ezra Pound, Ford Madox Ford, Frank McCourt, George Bernard Shaw, Gertrude Stein, Ireland, John Banville, Katherine Mansfield, Stefan Zweig, Sylvia Beach, T.S. Eliot, Ulysses, Vladimir Nabokov, W.B. Yeats, William Carlos Williams
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Beautiful Isolation
Memorial Day will bring on the real summer beach season. I was at the beach this past weekend and it was beautiful, and misty, and nearly empty. It’s also still quite chilly, the air anyway, and the only people in … Continue reading
The Books: Passions of the Mind, ‘Accurate Letters: Ford Madox Ford,’ by A.S. Byatt
On the essays shelf (yes, there are still more books to excerpt in my vast library. I can’t seem to stop this excerpts-from-my-library project. I started it in 2006!) NEXT BOOK: Passions of the Mind, a collection of essays by … Continue reading
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Tagged A.S. Byatt, essays, fiction, Ford Madox Ford, Passions of the Mind
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“Like Peter Pan…”
Like Peter Pan, he never grew up, and he lived his own stories with such intensity that he ended by believing them himself. — Ford Madox Ford on Jack London, 1916
National Poetry Month: Geoffrey Chaucer
Merciless Beauté I. CAPTIVITY Your yën two wol slee me sodenly. I may the beauté of hem not sustene, So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. And but your word wol helen hastily Mt hertes wounde, whyl that hit is … Continue reading
Ford Madox Ford: “the cadence of his prose”
“For myself then, the pleasure — the very great pleasure — that I get from going through the sentences of Mr. Joyce is that given me simply by the cadence of his prose, and I fancy that the greatest and … Continue reading
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Tagged Ford Madox Ford, Ulysses
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