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“For a long time I hesitated writing about my life. For the mind is tricky, colors with infinite subtlety the ramifications of any act.
In the early part of my life, it is as if I made nothing but mistakes. I am convinced we would not be on earth, if we did not make mistakes, only through them do we learn. But through the bad I was always battling for the light.
“No” may be the most important word in the English language. Now near the end of my days, it falls glibly from my tongue.
Much protected in childhood, I wanted to know what the world was like, willing to pay any price to understand humanity.
I paid the price.”
An extract from the introduction to Beatrice Wood’s autobiography I Shock Myself.
Omen of Victory by Mina Loy published 1958
Women in uniform
relaxed for tea
under a shady garden tree
discover
a dove’s feather
fallen in the sugar.
In Dream by Anna Akhmatova 1946
Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I…
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“For a long time I hesitated writing about my life. For the mind is tricky, colors with infinite subtlety the ramifications of any act.
In the early part of my life, it is as if I made nothing but mistakes. I am convinced we would not be on earth, if we did not make mistakes, only through them do we learn. But through the bad I was always battling for the light.
“No” may be the most important word in the English language. Now near the end of my days, it falls glibly from my tongue.
Much protected in childhood, I wanted to know what the world was like, willing to pay any price to understand humanity.
I paid the price.”
An extract from the introduction to Beatrice Wood’s autobiography I Shock Myself.
Omen of Victory by Mina Loy published 1958
Women in uniform
relaxed for tea
under a shady garden tree
discover
a dove’s feather
fallen in the sugar.
In Dream by Anna Akhmatova 1946
Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I…























































































