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| Kirk Du Guid |
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
"From Ruthven to Passchendael" ~ a play with puppets by Studio Babette.
This production commemorates the upcoming anniversary of World War I by honouring the sacrifices made by the Thompson family of Cayuga and Brock's Rangers.
Watch for upcoming event. Please visit www.ruthvenpark.ca or www.studiobabette.ca for information.
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| Ruthven Park 243 Hwy. 54, Cayuga |
Remembrance Day, Sunday, November 11, 2:00 p.m.
PD Day, Friday, November 16, 10:00 a.m.
This production commemorates the upcoming anniversary of World War I by honouring the sacrifices made by the Thompson family of Cayuga and Brock's Rangers.
Watch for upcoming event. Please visit www.ruthvenpark.ca or www.studiobabette.ca for information.
Photo: lbwalker
On Writing ~
E. Hemingway (Two letters in March, 1925. Paris.)
To: Horace Liveright (American Publisher): "As the contract only mentions excisions it is understood of course that no alterations of words shall be made without my approval. This protects you as much as it does me as the stories are written so tight and so hard that the alteration of a word can throw an entire story out of key...There is nothing in the book that has not a definite place in its organization and if I at any time seem to repeat myself I have a good reason for doing so."
To Dr. C.E.Hemingway (EH's Dad): "You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across--not to just depict life--or criticize it--but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me you actually experience the thing. You can't do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful. Because if it is all beautiful you can't believe in it. Things aren't that way. It is only by showing both sides--3 dimensions and if possible 4 that you can write the way I want to."
~ Ernest Hemingway Selected Letters 1917 - 1961, Edited by Carlos Baker,Charles Scribner's Sons, 1981.
E. Hemingway (Two letters in March, 1925. Paris.)
To: Horace Liveright (American Publisher): "As the contract only mentions excisions it is understood of course that no alterations of words shall be made without my approval. This protects you as much as it does me as the stories are written so tight and so hard that the alteration of a word can throw an entire story out of key...There is nothing in the book that has not a definite place in its organization and if I at any time seem to repeat myself I have a good reason for doing so."
To Dr. C.E.Hemingway (EH's Dad): "You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across--not to just depict life--or criticize it--but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me you actually experience the thing. You can't do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful. Because if it is all beautiful you can't believe in it. Things aren't that way. It is only by showing both sides--3 dimensions and if possible 4 that you can write the way I want to."
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| Ernest Hemingway (1899 - 1961) |
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
William Faulkner lost his job at the University of Mississippi post office in Oxford. The official complaint read in part: ~
"That you are neglectful of your duties, in that you are a habitual reader of books and magazines, and seem reluctant to cease reading long enough to wait on the patrons; that you have a book being printed at the present time, the greater part of which was written on duty at the post-office; that some of the patrons will not trust you to forward their mail, because of your past carelessness and these patrons have their neighbors forward same for them while away on vacations..."
~ Literature and the Arts, R. Spangenburg & D.K. Moser, Facts on File Inc., 1997
Wm. Faulkner (1898 - 1962) American writer, Nobel Prize laureate in literature, Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
"That you are neglectful of your duties, in that you are a habitual reader of books and magazines, and seem reluctant to cease reading long enough to wait on the patrons; that you have a book being printed at the present time, the greater part of which was written on duty at the post-office; that some of the patrons will not trust you to forward their mail, because of your past carelessness and these patrons have their neighbors forward same for them while away on vacations..."
~ Literature and the Arts, R. Spangenburg & D.K. Moser, Facts on File Inc., 1997
Wm. Faulkner (1898 - 1962) American writer, Nobel Prize laureate in literature, Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Death of a Friend ~
"Though I hadn't seen much of him of recent years, we had a sort of permanent relationship...
I feel myself as if I had been suddenly robbed of some part of my own personality ~ since there must have been some aspect of myself that had been developed in relation to him."
~ Edmund Wilson written to Zelda Fitzgerald on Scott's death
Our hearts go out today to family and friends. Our condolences to those who have lost a dear father, husband and friend.
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"Though I hadn't seen much of him of recent years, we had a sort of permanent relationship...
I feel myself as if I had been suddenly robbed of some part of my own personality ~ since there must have been some aspect of myself that had been developed in relation to him."
~ Edmund Wilson written to Zelda Fitzgerald on Scott's death
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Sunday, October 21, 2012
The Ballad of East and West
~ Ruyard Kipling
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the earth!
~ Ruyard Kipling (1865 - 1936) English author, poet, The Jungle Book, Kim, Just So Stories.
~ Ruyard Kipling
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the earth!
~ Ruyard Kipling (1865 - 1936) English author, poet, The Jungle Book, Kim, Just So Stories.
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Saturday, October 20, 2012
A WHIRL-BLAST FROM BEHIND THE HILL
~ Wm. Wordsworth
A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound:
Then all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
Where leafless Oaks towered high above,
I sate within an undergrove
Of tallest hollies, tall and green,
A fairer bower was never seen.
From year to year the spacious floor
With withered leaves is covered o'er,
You could not lay a hair between:
And all the year the bower is green.
But see! where'er the hailstones drop
The withered leaves all skip and hop,
There's not a breeze ~ no breath of air ~
Yet here, and there, and everywhere
Along the floor, beneath the shade
By those embowering hollies made,
The leaves in myriads jump and spring,
As if with pips and music rare
Some Robin Goodfellow were there,
And all those leaves, that jump and spring,
Were each a joyous, living thing.
Oh! grant me Heaven a heart at ease
That I may never cease to find,
Even in appearances like these
Enough to nourish and to stir my mind!
~ Wm. Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) English Romantic Poet
~ Wm. Wordsworth
A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound:
Then all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones pattered round.
Where leafless Oaks towered high above,
I sate within an undergrove
Of tallest hollies, tall and green,
A fairer bower was never seen.
From year to year the spacious floor
With withered leaves is covered o'er,
You could not lay a hair between:
And all the year the bower is green.
But see! where'er the hailstones drop
The withered leaves all skip and hop,
There's not a breeze ~ no breath of air ~
Yet here, and there, and everywhere
Along the floor, beneath the shade
By those embowering hollies made,
The leaves in myriads jump and spring,
As if with pips and music rare
Some Robin Goodfellow were there,
And all those leaves, that jump and spring,
Were each a joyous, living thing.
Oh! grant me Heaven a heart at ease
That I may never cease to find,
Even in appearances like these
Enough to nourish and to stir my mind!
~ Wm. Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) English Romantic Poet
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