From Times Literary Supplement: Luxembourg Gardens, Paris, by Eugene Atget, c 1902 — the TLS is probably my favorite among all the periodicals I subscribe to The anguish never ceases … Friends, One more about this Cornwall trip and its aftermath: I don’t let myself speak hard truth too often but once in a while … Continue reading “Vedova Parlando — What I was told in Cornwall & have been reading …”
The Road Scholar group aboard the Fowey ferry Fowey — a place not far from Menabilly (Daphne Du Maurier would row a boat on the river from one house to another when she went visiting). You can see me all the way on the right-hand corner, all wrapped up (kerchief, hat, red fleece jacket with … Continue reading “Return to Cornwall: China Clay, Lost Gardens: Bodmin Moor: Jamaica Inn, Boscastle, Port Isaac; Fowey; Charlestown & shipwreck center; Wells (2)”
I am pretending to hold up a neolithic stone monument said to be 6000 years old (Bodmin Moor) It’s said to have fallen down around 1805, and that a very early team of archaeologists put the four plinths back as well as the capstone with whatever hoisting equipment available at the time. This “Lanyon quoit” … Continue reading “Return to Cornwall: Kensington; Exeter; Falmouth, two castles & ferries; a neolithic world, Land’s End & Levant Mine (1)”
The Falmouth Hotel I am not as I have been — Benedict, Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, me after six years sans Jim Friends, A tout a l’heure. A first photo ahead of time. I’ll be going to Cornwall, starting out May 13th in the afternoon and flying home the 22nd to arrive mid-afternoon. A … Continue reading “Another time away: Cornwall again, John Berger in the comments”
Myself standing on a cliff not far from our Padstow cottage I do like to be beside the seaside — John A. Glover-Kind Dear friends and readers, For a long time now I’ve wanted to go to Cornwall. I date it from my first reading of Winston Graham’s Ross Poldark. Perhaps it was the chapter … Continue reading “In one of the world’s privileged peripheries — a summer holiday in Cornwall”
ClaryCat some years ago trotting over the tops of bookcases as when I was very young (2nd grade, 7-8) I with cousins once did over the roofs of tenements in the Bronx where we lived Friends and readers, It’s said that one Seeley, a much respected British historian at Cambridge, early in the 20th century, … Continue reading “In a fit of absence of mind we seem to have renovated, improved, fixed this house since I came home after the stroke”
Bookcase bought for enclosed porch: DVDs, notes on TV and theater movies, books on films, sequels, and translations (mostly of Austen & Trollope, section just by Andrew Davies) Dear friends and readers, I thought I might convey how I, my cat, my books & my daughters are doing with few FB timeline diary or journal-like … Continue reading “Recovering — state of home library”
A photo of me probably in 2018, honored for my years of teaching at OLLI at AU Dear friends and readers, I began the road to recovery sometime during my two weeks at the Rehab/Nursing Home/Subacute physical therapy clinic. Yes Vierra at Falls Church combined all three functions. After about a week, I began to … Continue reading “Recovery a long arduous road which demands patience”
Dear friends and reader, Here’s why I’ve not posted for weeks: I wrote this to a literary women, Anne Boyd Rioux, in answer to something she wrote to me on her substack newsletter: I had sent one of my foremother poet postings: Muriel Rukeyser. Very unfortunately since I last wrote on this substack newsletter, I … Continue reading “Hemorrhagic stroke”
I’m making a habit of buying cut flowers each week from whatever supermarkets I go to and putting them in the dining room as cheering, lovely, emblems of pleasure Maggie Smith of her widowhood: “it seems a bit pointless, going on on one’s own, and not having someone to share it with” — some of … Continue reading “Mid-summer, Journey’s End”
Under the Sign of Sylvia II 