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Episode #191
‘Flies in the Nirvana’: An illuminating and sisterly correspondence
By Peter Rose
In this week’s ABR Podcast, Peter Rose reviews Hazzard and Harrower: The letters, edited by Brigitta Olubas and Susan Wyndham. The correspondence between writers Shirley Hazzard and Elizabeth Harrower ran from 1966 to 2008 and, in its unedited form, amounted to 400,000 words. Editors Susan Wyndham Brigitta Olubas have trimmed it down: ‘For the time being,’ says Peter Rose, ‘we must make do with this entertaining and not insubstantial entrée.’ Listen to Peter Rose’s ‘Flies in the Nirvana’: An illuminating and sisterly correspondence’, published in the June issue of ABR.
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all of the businessmen are pleased to be outside on their lunchbreak. young men looking slightly awkward in suits reminds me of a past lover and I assume I will make this association for the rest of my life. I am always more ready than the men I meet. the clock in the arcade has the inscription above it 'time conquers all'. you could live by such a maxim, I daresay.
to think the
future
I've
&nb ...
on the first night
coo coo cooroo
falsetto blues singer
blinded by the hurt
coz I'm
blinded by the hurt
troubled refrain
slowly building
backing singers
it's intersubjective
&nb ...
the riot marches down pour lemonade into yr filters
watch it fizz w/ the aura of philosophy
confit the poor t ...
her temper tanty's sus but your mites say sassy
's entering the pleather dome lookin'
poised w/ noose & savvy much obliged to
glorify her cunning firm & tout
its nous for oblivion
where the pert velvet diva never lets you rest
your glass head in which infinite
pools rotating w/ lust
voice toots from the comments field
dissing your angel
daze of body & soul come to a / won’t come to an
end on this / the last night of dearth
brows
