Berries

When rowan leaves are

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When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman’s thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land’s grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through … Read more

I first met Jimmy

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I first met Jimmy Page in London in 1961, and he was listening to James Burton, Scotty Moore and Cliff Gallup with Gene Vincent, as was I … these were the rock and roll guys who really sparked our interest in the guitar, and later we delved into other things and went different directions … … Read more

Interference is a terrific

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Interference is a terrific page-turner, but it’s also a haunting, powerful look at the way families and friendships entangle us all. Berry is a sharp-eyed, engaging writer, and she deftly captures the terrors, ruptures and intimacies of one seemingly ordinary neighborhood, always finding a precarious beauty in her characters’ lives. This is a book that … Read more

Blind impatience is equally

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Blind impatience is equally evident in the fruit section. Our ancestors might have delighted in the occasional handful of berries found on the underside of a bush in late summer, viewing it as a sign of the unexpected munificence of a divine creator, but we became modern when we gave up on awaiting sporadic gifts … Read more

The sun, with all

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The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
Galileo Galilei