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On 27 September 2008, the 40th anniversary of the Theatre Act, abolishing censorship in the UK, something new went right: the 1st Annual Merchant City Writers’ Conference in Glasgow proved that once again, change has […]
ONE 5: hopes, fears and rock ‘n’ roll
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Alison Skilbeck shows how-it’s-done in her production of Are There More of You, playing through the 23rd of August at 8:30pm in the Quaker Meeting House.
“If Beckett gives a lesson to be learnt, it’s trying pays, although you may be burnt…”
—John Calder, Solo, ‘Battlefield Address to the Godot Company‘
At a gathering of friends last night, […]
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Prague Writers’ Festival • May 31, 2008
— Geraldine Sweeney
Saturday Night: The 18th annual Prague Writers’ Festival begins in earnest.
Opening ceremony: The mayor’s residence, in the richly appointed 19th century dining hall. The deputy mayor reminded us of a not too distant past when the Soviet Union and its backers from the Warsaw Pact, invaded Czechoslovakia […]
Last spring, I began to teach creative writing at Polmont Young Offenders Institution, a prison for young men in Scotland. Society would like to believe prisons are liminal: prisoners go in, spend some time, are rehabilitated, come out reformed.
At the end of my first visit, when I walked out, I left the front door open. […]
“The finest achievement of human society and its rarest pleasure is conversation.” —Jacques Barzun
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Flashback 1982.
prelude
I was fifteen. Daddy had flown me up to New York on one of his business trips when he worked for Calvin Klein. I was scared senseless. Daddy always treated me like an equal and put me into situations suited more for him than me. In […]
“What sort of day was it? A day like all days, filled with those events that alter and illuminate our times—and you were there.”
—Walter Cronkite
In a time when the profit has become the prophet, as pointed out to me by poet Michael March, and the ears of the seekers have been deafened by their drive-by […]