Beyond the horizon, or even the knowledge, of the cities along the coast, a great, creative impulse is at work--the only thing, af...ter all, that gives this continent meaning and a guarantee of the future. Every Australian ought to climb up here, once in a way, and glimpse the various, manifold life of which he is a part.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It seems only yesterday that we saw The movie with the cows in it... And turned to one at your side, who burped As morning saw a new garnet-and-pea-green order propose Itself out of the endless bathos, like science-fiction lumps.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I worry about people who get born nowadays, because they get born into such tiny families--sometimes into no family at all. When y...ou're the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope Diamond. And that encourages you to talk too much.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kitchens were different then, too--not only what came out of them, but their smells and sounds. A hot pie cooling smells different... from a frozen pie thawing. Oilcloth and linoleum and apples in an open bowl and ruffled rubber aprons make a different aromatic mix from Formica and ceramic tile and mangoes in an acrylic fruit ripener and plastic-coated aprons printed with "Who invited all these tacky people?" And the kitchen sounds. I am not sure that today's kitchen is noisier. But the noises are different. Today you get the song of the food processor and the blender, the intermittent hum of the reefer and the freezer, the buzz-slosh-and-grunt of the dishwasher, the violently audible digestive processes of the waste disposal in the sink. Then it was the whir and clatter of the hand-powered eggbeater, the thunk-thunk-thunk of somebody mashing potatoes, or, in green-pea season, the crisp pop of pea pod and the rattle-rattle-rattle of peas into the pan.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite, saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils in Europe t...han meddle with Irrland's split little pea.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat,... They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My Sweeney, Mr. Eliot, is that Australian who came... to the U.S.A. with one thought-- My books in the satchel, my name and one question at customs-- Is Anne Sexton still alive?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »