My grandmother sang the song from Jaws Show Me The Way to Go Home fire danced a double Dutch Yiddish hopscotch pinkie ball capoeira smoked all the grandchildren on the block she’s legendary geriatric street cred my grandmother with the loneliness of the long distance runner hummed Chariots of Fire.
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Fiercely Tender: The Simple Complex World of Michael Ondaatje’s Novels
Shortly afterwards in that novel we encounter a celebration of the body, grime and all, unimpeded by this abstraction called mind. While writing the body might seem not altogether unusual, my point is that you cannot simply assume its naturalness. Language, even fictional language, is so much of a mentally...
