Some artists, I’m told, have difficulty with hands. Caravaggio obviously didn’t.
“Madonna of the Rosary”, Kunsthistorischesmuseum, Vienna

A majestic, beautifully written book.

'The secret of happiness is: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.'

Daniel Dennett (March 28, 1942 - April 19, 2024)

Nose

This is SCARILY similar to how I used to loll about in parks on hot summer days at uni, reading..

One such pleasing occasion=in the park opposite Nottingham Uni, on a visit to my cousin.. we lay there reading (in my case, Ulysses, in his case, medical textbooks)&drinking beer..

for the new(ish) April issue of Literary Review I commissioned a number of pieces, including Deborah Levy on Bowie, Rosa Lyster on creative non-fiction, Jon Savage on Pulp, mike harrison on Oyamada, Richard Williams on Kind of Blue, Chris Power on HGarner
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Asking for me: when do I get to just be a writer and intellectual as a woman without having to posture as an “it girl” to sell books? Why do we have to commodify smart women’s writing this way?

When you put a friend's photography skills to good use 😎

Also, I can't believe that by October, I'll have FOUR published books out in the World. They haven't made me rich, but it still feels good. I've written TWO other books. Maybe they'll make me a millionaire 😂

this evening by the river with sun, moon, clouds and birds

This sound like exactly my kind of book. Can’t wait to read it, Dom. Well done, you. 😃👍🏼

🔥This has become an instant “must buy”

Striking how in some languages (I think of Greek, Italian, and Arabic) it feels that speakers often relish the physical utterance of sounds as much as they speak to communicate.

andy martin , It’s for the very same reason I have this Steve Denehan’s poems by my bedside! Read and mull. Just wonderful! Renard Press

Made a pilgrimage to the wisteria bridge in Regent’s Park. One of my favourites.

In Paddington on my way to Venice. I find this brick metal stone combo quite pleasing.

Their Polish name: niezapominajki (plural) also means “forget not flowers” (there is no “me”). It comes from “nie” meaning no and the verb zapomnieć meaning “to forget”.

Fantastic, panoramic interview with Hilary Fannin Struck by this, in particular:

'She gets annoyed by novels where there’s no mention of money, no mention of how people pay for things. The availability of money affects who gets to tell their stories'

irishtimes.com/culture/stage/…

Remembering Samuel Beckett born on this day 1906.

“Birth was the death of him.”

This extraordinary book. Will recommend forever

Spectacular