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The air of innocence that had been his way past midlife gone now Hiding a grimace as he bravely held a grandson on his knee. Indicate if I worked or had worked for a media organisation. Sydney, Australia, explained on the phone that my papers had been Seemed then that this fancy might be as close as I'd ever get toĭeparture date approached, a South African consular official in Caught between a streetlight andįlooD Litt house.

I saw myselfīack in suburban Cape Town late one night. Months earlier imagining the streets where I grew up. When I bent down to embrace my father, we both wept.įor a while, it seemed I wasn't to be allowed back. Gesturing vaguely at some point above my head. You assumed that he must know more than he was letting on.ġ987, I promised I'd be back. My father's eyes would dance with quiet humour when the expression was Have thought I knew what I was talking about. When he showed it to me one night, I said, `Stop. There's white, yellow, red, orange and purple in the face. I have a portrait of his that is radiant. Too often, he'd persevere until that something was dulled or gone. Piece with care and sometimes something remarkable would emerge. Regard, but he certainly took it seriously. My father was pleased to be compared to some naïve French painter, flattered toīona-fide artist of any sort. Portraits of men with charred, potato-like heads. Wondrous smears of light and dark on board that

#LARRY SCHWARTZ CRACK#

Anything and everything that would crack andįlake and break. Into the night, conjuring a haphazard mix of pastel, oil,

'I know you always say that you agree/ But where are you tonight Sweet Marie'. Have favorite poets, including Basho,Īm getting back into reading the mythologist Joseph Campbell's Primitive Mythology (first of the Masks of God trilogy) but enjoy a range of books, from the crime writer James Lee Burke's In The Electric Mist With The Confederate Dead to music writer Greil Marcus' early book, Mystery Train.įavourite quote: 'To live outside the law you must be honest' Stripping an old weatherboard house with a heatgun, ripping ivy off the fence,Ĭan't think of specific favorites. Yarra River near my home, reading on a train, writing an occasional poem, Tickets for Abdullah Ibrahim out here soon. He is married to Ramola and has two sons,Īcoustic guitar playing with an affection for country blues andĪm listening to folky John Gorka as I write this. He travels by busĪnd train to the city to work as a journalist, a news and feature writer.Īlmost the same distance as Stellenbosch to Cape Town. Larry Schwartz lives in outer eastern Melbourne, Australia. Immeasurably, a career in journalism and wonderful friendships, renewed on a He took the inaugural honors degree course in journalism at StellenboschĬillié's course, smoking a pipe. Studied at University of Cape Town completing a B. He attended SACS (SA College School) in Cape Town matriculating in 1973. Larry Schwartz Journalist and author of a memoir Were classmates in the first class of the newlyĭepartment of Journalism. Larry Schwartz Home My Father's Eyes Distances (Poem)

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