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Shoot straight, you bastards—don't make a mess of it!
Ave atque vale, Edward Woodward. I have no idea what he was like in private life, but I will remember him always as a year-king or a soldier-poet, a sacrifice, and singing.
Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.
My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.
Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.
My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.
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He was part of the restoration; I think he was also part of the rediscovery of Powell and Pressburger in the 1970's, which I'm very glad they lived to see.
Good luck in your pursuit.
Thank you! We found our prey, and it was beautiful.