||[Sep. 10th, 2005|08:01 pm]
Naughty, Naughty Children and the Poets They Love
From a review (of sorts) I was just reading about Elizabeth Bishop:|
"While her male contemporaries, from family man Randall Jarrell to model bohemian Dylan Thomas, sought a life of reading tours, official posts, and cocktail parties, she chose to remove herself from such aspects of the literary life, preferring quiet regions populated by ordinary people performing mundane tasks (though she lived in both Key West and Brazil at different times, James Merrill once spoke of her “instinctive, modest, life-long impersonation of an ordinary woman”). It is in these places, as observer, that she gained her greatest insights into the human condition."
Love her. Deeply. Makes me want to move to Wales and be a shopkeeper.* Though I kind of wanted to do that anyway.
*Maybe that comment is demeaning to Welsh people. Oops. Get over it.