Sunday, September 6, 2009

bicycle

(photo: man on bike, Berlin, 1920s) H.G. Wells said, "Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race." H.G. (Herbert George) Wells, born in Bromley, England (1866) got a respiratory disease in his 20s and thought he was going to die. So he left his wife, ran away with another woman, and began writing furiously. In about five years, he wrote all the novels for which he is remembered: The Time Machine (1895), The Island of Dr. Moreau (1896), The Invisible Man (1897), and The War of the Worlds (1898). And then he went on living and writing more science fiction and also a history of the world. He died in 1946 at the ripe old age of 80. Which just goes to prove something but I'm not sure quite what.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

down on your hands and knees with language

Last Spring I had the privilege of hearing Billy Collins read from his work and ever since I've been a huge fan. In a radio interview, the former U.S. Poet Laureate talked about his art, and described the fun of writing: "The real thrill is composition," Collins said. "To be kind of down on your hands and knees with the language at really close range in the midst of a poem that is carrying you in some direction that you can't foresee... It's that sense of ongoing discovery that makes composition really thrilling and that's the pleasure and that's why I write." Here's a clip to give you a taste of his poetic brilliance and how funny he is and his totally dead pan delivery... (incase you weren't already familiar with him):

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