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His night, times 250
Not only is it Burns Night, but it's the 250th since his birth. Years ago, my dear friend Katie Aronson, an actress and performance artist (and I wonder what she's doing now? a lovely, gentle woman with a sweet face, amazingly good at inspiring performances and getting grants written; she moved to Pittsburgh with her…
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Judicious, or slothful
"She decides, with misgivings, that she is finished for today. Always, there are these doubts. Should she try another hour? Is she being judicious, or slothful? Judicious, she tells herself, and almost believes it. She has her two hundred and fifty words, more or less. Let it be enough. Have faith that you will be…
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Inaugural
[I heard the inaugural speech in a BBC studio, where I'd been asked – just forty-five minutes before it started – to come represent the point of view of a 'regular' American to the new President's speech. As you may imagine, I liked it… it seemed tough, honest, specific, real, uncompromising, like some of FDR's…
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Picking up speed
Not so down: the sun appears to be out more, and even the days are longer since the equinox – it is always interesting to see how rapidly the length of the day changes at certain points of the year. I am less depressed partly, of course, because of the impact of the world on…
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Stuck
… and therefore what I object to most strenuously about the New Depression, about the lack of new jobs and money and general hunkering down, is that if I'd been lucky – ha! as if! – if I'd been lucky, when everyone hunkered down, I'd be in Hawaii. Or California. Or Palermo… not here. Stuck…
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Je t’aime je t’aime
After a rather extreme version of the usual winter irresponsible incoherent dead-time day and night, I watched this 1968 film by Resnais – perhaps not the best choice for someone thinking about depression and the incoherence of his life. Or, perhaps, the best possible choice. No, let me explain, briefly, or you'll think this is…
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