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"When I was at the beginning of my career, a job at the Times was the ultimate prize. For a lot of people, working there was their whole identity. Now, they are ashamed to have to work there."

"But to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years and years with what you have loved, with what you have lost, with what you will never find again." --George Seferis

Oh say can you see.

Just watched The Night of the Iguana. This is the poem the old poet finally finishes after 20 years:

"How calmly does the olive branch
observe the sky begin to blanch,
without a cry, without a prayer,
with no betrayal of despair!

Sometime while night obscures the tree
the zenith of its life will be
gone, past, forever. And from thence
a second history will commence

a chronicle no longer gold
a bargaining with mist and mold
and finally the broken stem,
the plummeting to earth, and then

an intercourse not well designed
for beings of a golden kind,
whose native green must arch above
the earth's obscene corrupting love,

and still the ripe fruit and the branch
observe the sky begin to blanch
without a cry, without a prayer,
with no betrayal of despair.

Oh courage! could you not as well
select a second place to dwell,
not only in that golden tree
but in the frightened heart of me?"

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