“If your nerve deny you, go above your nerve,” said Emily Dickinson. Only today I didn’t. But I did learn something. From a horse. On how to be a better nurse. It’s mid-afternoon and the sun moves across the ranges like it already has someplace else to be and that winter will soon be here. […]
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this floating world: Ishiguro and the perfect (pony) outline
Last month I sat in a cafe in Yackandandah and read Kazuo Ishiguro’s Nobel Prize speech. He talked about certain moments in his life when his own work needed to grow and how certain works influenced his own. In bed, feverish with flu, he read Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past. Ishiguro loved the telling of […]
between a woolf and a pones
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own. I’ve transported Virginia Woolf from the courts and quadrangles and canals of Oxbridge to gum trees and dams and ducklings. She sits on the small wooden bench overlooking the arena, hand […]
Storybird
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