Clive James is dying and just published this lovely poem in The New Yorker. It’s reminiscent of the practice of Japanese Death Poems. or jisei. The essentail idea of a jisei was that as we are readying to die, our reflections on death could be especially lucid and meaningful. And become as important an observation about life. The image of Clive’s fire leafed maple is still brilliant in my mind.
Linen sheets in the colours of a long ago summer – already well washed and broken in. I would buy these for every room in my house. But, sadly they are trop cher and not available in SA. I did find a set of thick linen serviettes at a garage sale the other day. Set me back $2. Got to cut your coat to suit your cloth, girl, was the message I got from that.
Both pairs, to wear with rolled up boyfriend jeans and a white collared shirt. I’m a US 7.5/UK 5.5/European 38 if you’re buying.
Echolilia – series of photographs by Timothy Archibald created together with his son Eli who is autistic.
Endlessly inventive – the South African equivalent of standing in line.
- Play (an extra just for today) – Because we do forget.
(5) Things we love … #24
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