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paprikapink
01-25-2008, 09:44 PM
I get The Writer's Almanac (http://www.elabs7.com/functions/message_view.html?mid=376565&mlid=499&siteid=20130&uid=6a43613437) from NPR in my email every day. I may have mentioned before how much I enjoy it; but at the risk of repeating myself I'm mentioning it again today because so many literary icons were born on this day. Seemed remarkable. As in, worth remarking.

nerds
01-26-2008, 12:21 AM
Very cool.


Woolf

http://www.modern-humanities.info/people/portraits/Virginia%20Woolf_02.jpg




Maugham

http://www.ebooks-library.com/images/Authors/ESMX.jpg




Burns

http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g68/almaxp/robertburns.jpg

paprikapink
01-26-2008, 12:25 AM
You've got the best art, nRu! I especially like the image of Woolf. Sometimes she don't look so good in pix.

nerds
01-26-2008, 12:35 AM
The camera was not Woolf's friend in later years. I always loved her remarkable face, at any age. Great writers tend to have extraordinary faces, in my observation anyway. Faces of character, depth of soul.

That particular pic of Maugham is a favorite of mine, that's real RAWR in his eyes, love it.

paprikapink
01-26-2008, 12:37 AM
He looks like Vito Corleone. I wasn't expecting that.

<Eric Idle breaks in to point out that "no one expects The Godfather!">

nerds
01-26-2008, 04:49 AM
"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction." - Virginia Woolf



"Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it." - W. Somerset Maugham




by Robert Burns, 1788

A Mother's Lament For the Death of Her Son

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.

By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour'd laid;
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age's future shade.

The mother-linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young;
So I, for my lost darling's sake,
Lament the live-day long.

Death, oft I've feared thy fatal blow.
Now, fond, I bare my breast;
O, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love, at rest!

paprikapink
01-26-2008, 08:26 AM
It's sad really. For some poor souls, east-wise, the chance to properly observe and celebrate this momentous triple doozy literary day has passed for this year. I hope they made the most of it. Meanwhile, here on the west coast, I'm still partying hard, thanks in large part to nRu's beautiful selections! (This here Manhattan is helping too.)

nerds
01-26-2008, 08:40 AM
Cheers to all three writers -


http://www.thefinalsprint.com/images/2006/12/red-wine-toast.jpg

ona
01-26-2008, 08:38 PM
Cheers to all; all great in such different ways.