tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post1716538502712793196..comments2024-03-01T10:54:42.126+00:00Comments on The Willesden Herald: Big names who didn't make the cut this yearOssianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12095236313068093836noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-65914159288195952712008-02-17T13:58:00.000+00:002008-02-17T13:58:00.000+00:00Just to let you know that I've posted about this M...Just to let you know that I've posted about this Mansfield incident over at my blog: <BR/><BR/>www.shamelesswords.blogspot.comS. Kearneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03976476273818980832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-25393091391495375572008-02-14T15:40:00.000+00:002008-02-14T15:40:00.000+00:00Correct.Correct.Ossianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12095236313068093836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-1390174040346446492008-02-14T15:02:00.000+00:002008-02-14T15:02:00.000+00:00Does this mean no pissup at the end of February?Does this mean no pissup at the end of February?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-10291707265193820182008-02-12T11:59:00.000+00:002008-02-12T11:59:00.000+00:00I say we let sleeping(decomposing) consumptive col...I say we let sleeping(decomposing) consumptive colonials lie.Jarred McGinnishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05217107042294228352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-18342474589120638962008-02-11T00:48:00.000+00:002008-02-11T00:48:00.000+00:00So this woman sitting here in the room with me is ...So this woman sitting here in the room with me is not Katherine Mansfield? Bloody hell! I've been tricked! She is out in the cold forthwith, having promised that what she was dictating to me would definitely win the Willesden - she said she used to love walking through Willesden with Virginia, arguing about who could claim to be the greatest living writer. OK, expect more of a Françoise Sagan-type story from me next year; she really did used to live in my building! :-)S. Kearneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03976476273818980832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-8581064080216455022008-02-10T15:50:00.000+00:002008-02-10T15:50:00.000+00:00That's not Carver. It's too wordy.I on the other h...That's not Carver. It's too wordy.<BR/><BR/>I on the other hand, man, writer, human, a user of sensations, a man who turns to hear the bark of a dog and hears in that bark a portent of my own death, a man who stands on this day to feel a shower of February sunlight cascade onto my upturned face and hear the breeze rustle through the faded leaves still left on the thin bushes under the bare branches of the unexpected oak by the black painted shack - I now know why standing behind the door this last week waiting to hear the weary trudge of the dishevelled postman bringing me my reward of English pounds has been, and would forever have been, time lost to me.<BR/><BR/>So then - dobry den.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299780.post-48413882708306733822008-02-10T14:54:00.000+00:002008-02-10T14:54:00.000+00:00i'm dead?sincerely,raymond carveri'm dead?<BR/><BR/>sincerely,<BR/>raymond carverAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com