Posts filed under ‘Keillor’

Fade to silence

“Tom was one of radio’s great clowns,” he said. “He was serious about silliness and worked hard to get a moo exactly right and the cluck too and the woof. His whinny was amazing — noble, vulnerable, articulate. He did bagpipes, helicopters, mortars, common drunks, caribou (and elands and elk and wapiti), garbage trucks backing up, handsaws and hammers, and a beautiful vocalization of a man falling from a great height into piranha-infested waters.”

Garrison Keillor remembering Tom Keith

2 November 2011 at 05:14 Leave a comment

Nobody sensible can think so.

Is the whole project of making high art threatened by the existence of low art? Nobody sensible can think so.

-Sam Leith

 

10 April 2011 at 19:20 Leave a comment

Privileges

“One reads books in order to gain the privilege of living more than one life.”

Garrison Keillor
Writers and Readers: Unbearable Intimacy
The Old Scout

2 December 2005 at 21:01 Leave a comment

Another Midwesterner in Paris

Garrison Keillor was in Paris last week:

“Oh the great dignity of the French. A Midwesterner is deeply impressed by this. Their elegance, their manner, their self-possession. Nobody is goofy or sloppy or flabby, everyone has a look about him, and is deep in thought, and if you look at them, they look straight back at you. Even the teenagers. I’d imitate them if only I knew how. Like other Europeans, they are not apologetic about occupying their space —– where we Minnesotans would say Excuse me as we brush by someone, Europeans simply edge past you and if your peripheries touch they don’t apologize for it —- but the French have that special unmistakeable élan and one envies them for it. And also the interesting mix of African and Asian and Middle Eastern and French faces and many many hybrids. I passed the restaurant where I had made a dinner reservation for 7:30 —- Ze Kitchen Galerie on Rue des Grands Augustins — and at 6:30 the kitchen staff was sitting at a long table and eating their dinner. The chefs and waiters and the bottle-washers all together, eating the same food off the same china as the clientele and enjoying a glass of wine. Remarkable. So democratic.”

13 March 2004 at 03:05 Leave a comment


What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 3 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 5 years ago

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