1.  I got my final assessment back from the OU for my Creative Writing course.  I got 91 per cent!  I am very happy, and the more so because it kind of validates all the time I waste spend on LiveJournal - my final submission was based on the entry I wrote a while ago about Wade, and thank you to everyone who commented then, it totally inspired me ( Read more... )

The opening to Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood is one of the loveliest sentences:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
Oh Lord. I heard this poem on CD ( Read more... )

I read Cormac McCarthy's Border trilogy a few years ago, and I loved the writing, the dialogue, and the weird minimalist poetry of his descriptions. I didn't laugh much though. Each book was more depressing than the last, and by the end I just wanted to know what point exactly was being made about the world.

My friend A. was reading The Road when I ( Read more... )

1. I am loving the story of these Chinese miners who have dug their way to the surface after being trapped underground for days on end. At first, they could hear rescue teams trying to get to them and they thought they'd be saved. But then the digging noises stopped. The papers report that they got through their ordeal "with grim humour":

"I ( Read more... )