He couldn't understand why they called him brilliant and when he was offered a Nobel prize, he declined. It made him sad to think they'd heap praise on him for a formula that calculated the end of existence. Brilliant? he thought, no thanks, I would so much rather fade away.
Guest writer vibe, Rocco Terrinoni and Conor Stephens. Spontaneous, uninterrupted prose from two young lads with talent . Here's what I said, write me a story. Five minutes later they gave me an answer. It sizzles, it pops, it skin burns like a roasting chimney. Mum burns the sausages to crisp, my brother shouts but…Read more BARBECUE
Everything was prepared, the score commissioned, the ranks of strings, brass, woodwind and percussion, assembled, even a singer found for the brief cantata in the first movement. She had him wheeled in, his broken body propped by stays. 'What's this?' 'Your symphony.' 'Symphony? Are you deaf? I asked for sympathy.' Photo: Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra…Read more SYMPHONY