Upon hearing an unexpected knock at the door,
or a ring of the telephone, Dorothy Parker would often exclaim
"What fresh hell is this?"
Expressing joy and defiance through art: Writings and photos on hope and resilience; love and relationships; life and death; anger and acceptance; and human behavior and beliefs.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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What We Save From the Fire
Prologue I sit at my writing table late into the night, paralyzed by the weight of writing about a house that became a refuge where men came...
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I have, by some measure of recklessness or sheer geographic fidgeting, inhabited eight U.S. cities. Birmingham, New Orleans, Fort Lauderdale...
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Here I sit - nursing a scotch, looking out at the pink and orange reflection of the sunset on the mountain—pondering my solitary act of civi...
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"I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps...
1 comment:
Here's yet another thing I learned today. This is something one of my colleagues at work always used to say. And I picked it up from him. So now I know, it's Dorothy Parker. Thanks Dorothy. Thanks random blog generator than brought me here. Thanks John.
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