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22 February 2012

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Good to see you back D.

Programme on Sinatra excellent, as well the whole jazz weekend on BBC I thought.

I feel the same way. Those who can't read Atwood because she's perceived, via interviews, as cold. Those who can't watch films/movies with Depardieu because he's so gross in person (yet he can do more with his right eyebrow . . . ). I'll confess that I've rather gone off Tom Cruse with his shenanigans over the past few years, but I think back to his performance in, particularly, Magnolia, and am forced to admit that he's still got acting chops in spades. . .
Glad to have you back posting!

Just adore Frank. I used to play his records in college and draw quite a crowd since everyone else was playing punk rock. He could make a fan out of even the most punked out anybody. Especially love the song you posted - funny how it was just lovely back then and now (older, much!) it is so terribly poignant.

Susan, Materfamilias and Pamela: thank you so much for your reassuring comments - much appreciated after an equal number of readers unsubscribed yesterday! You win some, you lose some . . .

This post obviously rang bells or touched nerves. The moral of which is, if you want to retain all your subscribers do not write about a) Frank Sinatra, b) Lucian Freud or c) the amatory inclinations of the famous - or at least don't write about them all in the same post!

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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