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... "Oscars in the Picture Book Industry"
For humans, there are only two things that everyone will experience: birth, and death. Although we often avoid talking about the latter, it is precisely because life is limited that all experiences, memories and experiences make more meaningful. In the non-fiction work "The Twilight is Coming", the end of life of great writers such as Susan Sontag, Sigmund Freud, John Updike, Dylan Thomas, and Morris Sundak are presented. Writer Katie Love talks a lot with the artist’s relatives and friends during his lifetime, crawling in a voluminous textual material, and finally recreates the writers’ last moment on the page, forming a reverse biography written from the end of life.
Katie Love
Preface (excerpt)
"
Sigmund Freud , in great pain, in order to think clearly, refuse to take anything stronger than aspirin medicine, and finally choose the moment of death. Susan Sontag fights death to the end, she believes that on a profound irrational level, she can be an exception to the destiny.
Freud
Sontag
HTM11HTM1My sundak Freud
HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM2Morris Sundak HTM3HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM2Morris Sundak HTM3HTM2HTM5HTM6HTM3HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6H Create a beautiful dream of a painter and comfort himself. John Updike One month before his death, he leaned his head against the typewriter, because it was too difficult for him to type out the last poems about death, and he was ready to give up. At that moment, he found the power to complete them.
Sandak
Updike
Dylan Thomas In his last days, he threw his mistress in the party downstairs and went upstairs to sleep with the hostess. He ran and showed the unparalleled vitality and self-destructive power mixed in him. As he said, "I sing with chains, like the sea. ”
In these deaths, we can glimpse a few bravery and beauty, meaningless extreme pain, violent self-destruction, real bad behavior, and of course creative outbreaks, supreme dedication and accurate self-awareness shine, and some gorgeous illusions. These things, I had no way to guess or put them into theory or expect, but it was in those specific events, in those strange and amazing details, in those unintentional comments, that other greater stories can be told and spread. In my mind, I see the work I am doing as a reverse biography, a starting point of death Whole life.
In this book, I have been trying to avoid romanticization, but instead focus on what is happening, not changing directions to make it a comfort, or expressing it in a tactful way, or avoiding dodging, or being a neat ending. I have always avoided any urge toward lyricism, insincere enough, and false redemption. I want to watch what is happening very quietly and clearly.
”
Diran Thomas: Don’t walk into the night with a gentle and unconsciousness
Diran Thomas lies in an oxygen tent at St. Vincent’s Hospital, in a coma. He had been lying there for three consecutive days without shaving his face. The exact reason for his coma has become a mystery, although he once rumored to have an indulgent statement: on the night before he fell to the ground, he drank eighteen glasses of whiskey in the White Horse Hotel.
The weather is clear and cold. Half of the New York literary community gathered outside his room, as if they were still attending a rotating party that was naturally centered on him.
Literary Searchlight | Today's Hot Topics (Click to View)
"Reader" Issue 10: Translator Wang Zhiliang | The highest award for British science fiction novels, "Arthur Clark Award", is announced | Hanif Curresey's novel series launches: Exploring the complex beauty of interpersonal relationships | The movie "Downton Abbey" begins filming this summer | ......
... "Oscars in the Picture Book Industry"
For humans, there are only two things that everyone will experience: birth, and death. Although we often avoid talking about the latter, it is precisely because life is limited that all experiences, memories and experiences make more meaningful. In the non-fiction work "The Twilight is Coming", the end of life of great writers such as Susan Sontag, Sigmund Freud, John Updike, Dylan Thomas, and Morris Sundak are presented. Writer Katie Love talks a lot with the artist’s relatives and friends during his lifetime, crawling in a voluminous textual material, and finally recreates the writers’ last moment on the page, forming a reverse biography written from the end of life.
Katie Love
Preface (excerpt)
"
Sigmund Freud , in great pain, in order to think clearly, refuse to take anything stronger than aspirin medicine, and finally choose the moment of death. Susan Sontag fights death to the end, she believes that on a profound irrational level, she can be an exception to the destiny.
Freud
Sontag
HTM11HTM1My sundak Freud
HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM2Morris Sundak HTM3HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM1HTM2Morris Sundak HTM3HTM2HTM5HTM6HTM3HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM3HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6HTM6H Create a beautiful dream of a painter and comfort himself. John Updike One month before his death, he leaned his head against the typewriter, because it was too difficult for him to type out the last poems about death, and he was ready to give up. At that moment, he found the power to complete them.
Sandak
Updike
Dylan Thomas In his last days, he threw his mistress in the party downstairs and went upstairs to sleep with the hostess. He ran and showed the unparalleled vitality and self-destructive power mixed in him. As he said, "I sing with chains, like the sea. ”
In these deaths, we can glimpse a few bravery and beauty, meaningless extreme pain, violent self-destruction, real bad behavior, and of course creative outbreaks, supreme dedication and accurate self-awareness shine, and some gorgeous illusions. These things, I had no way to guess or put them into theory or expect, but it was in those specific events, in those strange and amazing details, in those unintentional comments, that other greater stories can be told and spread. In my mind, I see the work I am doing as a reverse biography, a starting point of death Whole life.
In this book, I have been trying to avoid romanticization, but instead focus on what is happening, not changing directions to make it a comfort, or expressing it in a tactful way, or avoiding dodging, or being a neat ending. I have always avoided any urge toward lyricism, insincere enough, and false redemption. I want to watch what is happening very quietly and clearly.
”
Diran Thomas: Don’t walk into the night with a gentle and unconsciousness
Diran Thomas lies in an oxygen tent at St. Vincent’s Hospital, in a coma. He had been lying there for three consecutive days without shaving his face. The exact reason for his coma has become a mystery, although he once rumored to have an indulgent statement: on the night before he fell to the ground, he drank eighteen glasses of whiskey in the White Horse Hotel.
The weather is clear and cold. Half of the New York literary community gathered outside his room, as if they were still attending a rotating party that was naturally centered on him.
Dylan Thomas many photos are taken with wine glass
There is fierce competition and collision of opinions on who is closest to him and who best represents his interests. As his wife Caitlin said, "It's like a super farce plot story, all characters suspect each other that they have the most evil motive." The people who visited the sick stood in the corridor, staring at him through a glass partition. Caitlyn has always hated the way Thomas was in the spotlight, and she was perhaps the only one who noticed that he had an audience even in this case.
Thomas stayed at the Chelsea Hotel before being taken to the hospital. He is hosting a tour lecture. Biographer Blining has an abnormal loyalty to him (the reason why this loyalty is contrary to nature is that when he walks into Thomas' hotel room and finds him curled up like a fetus and turns off the lights when he covers him with a blanket and turns off the lights), he has arranged for a very busy reading party itinerary.
Thomas is a breathtaking reader. During a lecture in Kaufman's Auditorium—when the audience was over a thousand—the short, fat, unkempt poet stood behind the podium and took out a pile of handwritten paper with poems he wrote. A single beam of light shines on the blue stage curtain. His words poured down, echoing in the velvety darkness: "Diet cannot be unified--the sky---" His voice was so thick, broad, so solemn, so perfect and clear that people forgive anything that anyone has done because of this voice. Afterwards, the audience clapped wildly and the young women stood up and screamed.
Don't walk into that good night docilely
Diran Thomas
Don't walk into that good night docilely
The elderly should burn and roar at dusk;
Raging, angering at the extinction of light.
Although wise people know darkness and reason at the end of their death,
Because their words can no longer burst out lightning, but
Don’t walk into that good night gently.
Kind people churned the last wave, shouting glory, their fragile good deeds had jumped in the green bay, angrily scolded, angrily scolding the extinction of light.
The violent man grabbed and sang the flying sun. Although it was too late, he also knew that it was sad on the way.
should not walk into that good night gently.
Serious people, near death, see through dazzling sighs, blind eyes can shine happily like meteors,
angrily scolds, forgive the extinction of light.
And you, my father, are on the top of sorrow.
Curse me, bless me, with your tears at this moment; I beg you
not to walk into that good night gently.
scolded angrily. Angry to the death of light.
When Dylan Thomas was nineteen, he entered the public eye with his earliest set of talented poems and made his mark. There are many in this group of poems, including "Death cannot unify the world", all focusing on the theme of death. He expressed his love to readers with the passion of romanticism and the mature lyric poetry style in the early traditions.
The literary world is often exposed to the active calmness of modernism, such as the poems of T.S.Eliot and Oden, and is immediately captured by his talents. His poet friend Elizabeth Bishop said: "Dyran makes the vast majority of our peers look very small, and selfish, cautious, hypocritical, and indifferent to the point of disgusting." He has a reputation for self-destruction, alcoholism, absurdity, and a mess of overall life, but this reputation has instead increased his legendary color, elevating his poetry (often obscure) to a more attractive, almost sensory stimulation plane. In the United States, this excessive praise is amplified and becomes uncontrollable. Caitlyn later wrote to a friend: "No one needs less encouragement and he is drowned in it."
For him, this tide of praise is exciting, frightening, and alienating; he loves and hates, and feels to some extent dangerous.Elizabeth Hardwick - she married Thomas' friend Robert Lowell - said this:
"
" Dylan Thomas was loved and respected abroad, but he was truly admired in the United States. Also worshipped is that strange fantasy tone, which transcends his confusing unrestrained body as an outstanding poet, his wit (wonderful and fun at any moment), and his extraordinary ability on the public podium... He also (This may be more important to his admirers) Dooms are inevitable and cursed, and whether you want to or not, he is undeniably tortured and lives a life of extreme conditions that human experience can reach... In the final analysis, he is a poet with a grand romantic style, whose unruly and inspired soul is not created for a comfortable life.
This is the fourth American tour. The first few times he traveled across the country, and his footprints all over Boston , Chicago , Colorado , Utah and California. Thomas describes these tours like this: "I buried my head in the desert of the United States: like a wet and noisy bird; rumbling, wasting time, and my hometown was burning; what I carried with me was my unwritten letter, which was my explanation and self-accusation before my death..." During this wet and noisy bird, he was affected by At the banquet, invited to various parties, and kept, these itineraries are stressful and flattering, both physically and emotional, lonely and addictive. He described himself as "lost and lost for months", and he described himself as "selling and hawking the romantic pain of death to teenagers." But now his peddling and hawking are over. There are only the beeping sounds of those instruments and the faint hissing of oxygen in the ward.
Dylan Thomas group image Peter Rose/Painted Outside the ward, the crowd made plans for meals. People left and arrived in groups in groups of three or three. The switchboard of the hospital kept ringing. And it was just the beginning. Friends, girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, acquaintances, sponsors, poets, critics and biographers would interpret his coma as if it was a poem that was more meaningful and more difficult to understand. Did Thomas know that he would die on this trip? Did he die from drinking? Yes Is it someone who delayed his medical care and didn't take good care of him? Is it a group of irresponsible American fans who led him to participate in extremely excessive activities for their own morally suspicious reasons? Is this suicide or an accident?
When Thomas boarded the plane to New York, Caitlyn vaguely thought of the unimaginable situation: the two of them were breaking up. Their marriage had deteriorated to such a degree that the question of when they broke up was unsolved there. Frequently quarrels, sometimes after spending a few hours in the bar, these quarrels will change nature and turn into beating each other. The beating is not just (or even mainly) Thomas does. At the same time, it also happens to pull hair, kick and throw dishes. Caitlyn is very tough, unable to tolerate sand in her eyes, easily getting angry and a little narcissistic; she has difficulty accepting her husband's inflated self, reputation, and difficult to get rid of, and even the irresistible and exciting charm of his insistible in the bar I like it often. From the photos, we can see that in the early years they were smiling, wearing squirt sweaters, and their bodies exuded a heartwarming family tranquility. In the later years, they were a little fat and a little sad, and looked like brothers and sisters.
In their last few years of misfortune marriage, Thomas had many opportunities to leave. He seduced some women and had some fantasies, at least he felt that life would be much easier when he lived with one of them, but he did not leave.
excerpted from
"Twilight is coming"
[US] Katie Love/written by Diao Junchun/translated by
CITIC Publishing Group
May 2018 edition
Perhaps, the most serious of these indulgences was the time he had three years ago. The other party was Perl Cazin, an editor of "Harling Bazaar" and the sister of critic Alfred Cazin. She has black hair, bangs, and a charming face, with a girlish messy and elf-like style. She is more real than most other women around him. He once wrote to her, "There is no future between us; hold on to me tightly, and hold on to me tightly, in this long and eternal present, and let me hold on to you tightly. Oh, but London is a breast. Sticky or pale, or both. After eleven o'clock in the evening, it was completely silent. On the lifeless streets, I was floating, depressed, and farther away from my clean, high, distant, broken room. May God allow you to stay here with me; then this house will become a huge field, covered in darkness, full of flowers, gurgling streams, and beautiful buttocks and wine, until the first ray of light cracks the sky, we snuggle tightly, happy, half-life and half-death."
Their time together was filled with long silence and hot letters. Once, she should have met him in London, but he couldn't see her. Privately, he was still desperately maintaining his marriage and comforting Caitlin, who had heard of the cheating. But he continued to write gorgeous letters to Pearl, describing her imaginary planes, impossible places, where they could continue to meet and do good things. "Oh, for you, this news will make you cry unbearably. Dear, when I can write two " War and Peace ". Trust me. I am dirty, but I love you, I will not hurt you. For us, nothing is impossible: there must be a way. We will break through the siege and try to create happiness again and again, whether it is the end of the world or the end of the world."
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Elizabeth Hardwick - she married Thomas' friend Robert Lowell - said this:"
" Dylan Thomas was loved and respected abroad, but he was truly admired in the United States. Also worshipped is that strange fantasy tone, which transcends his confusing unrestrained body as an outstanding poet, his wit (wonderful and fun at any moment), and his extraordinary ability on the public podium... He also (This may be more important to his admirers) Dooms are inevitable and cursed, and whether you want to or not, he is undeniably tortured and lives a life of extreme conditions that human experience can reach... In the final analysis, he is a poet with a grand romantic style, whose unruly and inspired soul is not created for a comfortable life.
This is the fourth American tour. The first few times he traveled across the country, and his footprints all over Boston , Chicago , Colorado , Utah and California. Thomas describes these tours like this: "I buried my head in the desert of the United States: like a wet and noisy bird; rumbling, wasting time, and my hometown was burning; what I carried with me was my unwritten letter, which was my explanation and self-accusation before my death..." During this wet and noisy bird, he was affected by At the banquet, invited to various parties, and kept, these itineraries are stressful and flattering, both physically and emotional, lonely and addictive. He described himself as "lost and lost for months", and he described himself as "selling and hawking the romantic pain of death to teenagers." But now his peddling and hawking are over. There are only the beeping sounds of those instruments and the faint hissing of oxygen in the ward.
Dylan Thomas group image Peter Rose/Painted Outside the ward, the crowd made plans for meals. People left and arrived in groups in groups of three or three. The switchboard of the hospital kept ringing. And it was just the beginning. Friends, girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, acquaintances, sponsors, poets, critics and biographers would interpret his coma as if it was a poem that was more meaningful and more difficult to understand. Did Thomas know that he would die on this trip? Did he die from drinking? Yes Is it someone who delayed his medical care and didn't take good care of him? Is it a group of irresponsible American fans who led him to participate in extremely excessive activities for their own morally suspicious reasons? Is this suicide or an accident?
When Thomas boarded the plane to New York, Caitlyn vaguely thought of the unimaginable situation: the two of them were breaking up. Their marriage had deteriorated to such a degree that the question of when they broke up was unsolved there. Frequently quarrels, sometimes after spending a few hours in the bar, these quarrels will change nature and turn into beating each other. The beating is not just (or even mainly) Thomas does. At the same time, it also happens to pull hair, kick and throw dishes. Caitlyn is very tough, unable to tolerate sand in her eyes, easily getting angry and a little narcissistic; she has difficulty accepting her husband's inflated self, reputation, and difficult to get rid of, and even the irresistible and exciting charm of his insistible in the bar I like it often. From the photos, we can see that in the early years they were smiling, wearing squirt sweaters, and their bodies exuded a heartwarming family tranquility. In the later years, they were a little fat and a little sad, and looked like brothers and sisters.
In their last few years of misfortune marriage, Thomas had many opportunities to leave. He seduced some women and had some fantasies, at least he felt that life would be much easier when he lived with one of them, but he did not leave.
excerpted from
"Twilight is coming"
[US] Katie Love/written by Diao Junchun/translated by
CITIC Publishing Group
May 2018 edition
Perhaps, the most serious of these indulgences was the time he had three years ago. The other party was Perl Cazin, an editor of "Harling Bazaar" and the sister of critic Alfred Cazin. She has black hair, bangs, and a charming face, with a girlish messy and elf-like style. She is more real than most other women around him. He once wrote to her, "There is no future between us; hold on to me tightly, and hold on to me tightly, in this long and eternal present, and let me hold on to you tightly. Oh, but London is a breast. Sticky or pale, or both. After eleven o'clock in the evening, it was completely silent. On the lifeless streets, I was floating, depressed, and farther away from my clean, high, distant, broken room. May God allow you to stay here with me; then this house will become a huge field, covered in darkness, full of flowers, gurgling streams, and beautiful buttocks and wine, until the first ray of light cracks the sky, we snuggle tightly, happy, half-life and half-death."
Their time together was filled with long silence and hot letters. Once, she should have met him in London, but he couldn't see her. Privately, he was still desperately maintaining his marriage and comforting Caitlin, who had heard of the cheating. But he continued to write gorgeous letters to Pearl, describing her imaginary planes, impossible places, where they could continue to meet and do good things. "Oh, for you, this news will make you cry unbearably. Dear, when I can write two " War and Peace ". Trust me. I am dirty, but I love you, I will not hurt you. For us, nothing is impossible: there must be a way. We will break through the siege and try to create happiness again and again, whether it is the end of the world or the end of the world."
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