willtobe1, about Portait of the Artist as a Bum in the Sand:
interesting, that you would quote the lady. The general public most notably was introduced to her with Out of Africa. Our "too rich, or too thin" advocate died of malnutrition after years of only wanting to dine on the aged preferences of salty and sweet (raw oysters and strawberries). Her great griefs in life had to do with desiring love, lack of it, and the strange triangles that kept her world a romantic blur; then tragic loss and writing about all these (dredging memories for writing fodder). Sounds a bit like so many of us, eh? ...... Rennie
aparajita, about rambling thoughts during the rain on a perfectly cloudless sunshiney day:
OH MY - Are you in my soul? Your words explain exactly what I feel.
Yeah, Rennie...I made it through the Blixoness' biography up to the point of her pinched-face Cruella phase, when friends were hiding under windowsills from her as she tooled endlessly around Hørsholm in her two-seater and a pair of baggy britches.
Truly it may be said of her more than many artists:
"O, what beauty from pain may come..."