There's always a little flutter in my heart on Feb. 2. Not because it's Groundhog Day, as it is called in America. No, it's because on this day in 1882 James Joyce was born in Dublin. Joyce's art and life's work are like nothing else I've ever known, and the deep spirituality of Joyce and [...]
OK, my friends. After my words, I offer here Patti Smith's words about her experience at the Nobel ceremony. Nobody could say it better.
A beautiful moment of grace last night, in between news of Aleppo's tragedy, suicide bombs in Istanbul, merchants and vacuous celebrities preparing to take over America, polluted Paris coughing and gasping: Patti Smith singing Bob Dylan's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" at the Nobel Prize ceremony in Stockholm. Winner of the Nobel Literature prize, Dylan declined [...]
It's still cold here in Paris, and the skies are pristine blue, different shades by day and night. Not a cloud in sight. But the pollution is so bad that the mayor has established alternate-day rules for cars: Only cars with even-numbered license plates could circulate today, tomorrow only odd numbers can circulate. And public [...]