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Ezra Pound

of course he’s almost smiling…

'documentary. released: 1996. directed by joe kishton. music by laurie anderson.'

«Henry Miller is Not Dead is an innovative exploration into the life of literary artist Henry Miller. Tropic of Cancer, widely considered Miller's masterpiece, is a reference point throughout the film.

The film brings together interview segments with Miller, film clips, and a stream-of-consciousness format punctuated by the eclectic music of Laurie Anderson. Miller reflects on his tortured relationship with his parents and his personal decision to pursue the life of an artist, despite the implications of financial insecurity. These revelations forge an understanding of his need to create--the basis of his rebellion against society, and his philosophies on writing, painting and life itself. The result is a fascinating portrait of a maverick artist and philosopher.»

“To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture killing and re-creating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim the future is not enough. One must act as if the past were dead and the future unrealizable. One must act as if the next step were the last, which it is. Each step forward is the last, and with it a world dies, one's self included. We are here of the earth never to end, the past never ceasing, the future never beginning, the present never ending.”

Rayuela by Julio Cortázar was first published in Spanish on 28 June 1963 (it appeared in English translation as Hopscotch in 1966).

Considered a "counter-novel," Hopscotch includes a "Table of Instruction" indicating that the novel can be read according to a number of different orders (with certain chapters designated as "expendable"), or in an order invented by the reader.

This is by a patient of mine with early late stage dementia, who was a poet for most of her life. Her new poems are dictated to me during writing workshops I run at my hospice job. She hadn't written since her diagnosis. This is one of seventeen poems I've written with her so far.

I’ve been doing poetry since I could write but I do think she was my only teacher.

Working with her was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I mean it when I say you all are so lucky to get even this glimpse at the majesty of her work.

In her words from another poem (not posted):

I am not the only creature watching

All of this,

Drinking it in.

I have a companion,

The cat who sleeps in the backyard

Is watching, too,