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Donna Kaz

New York City based writer
Apr 20 '14

Carl Schurz Park 8AM #NYC 

Apr 18 '14
Apr 18 '14

A Gabriel García Márquez Sampler

One Hundred Years of Solitude

Translated by Gregory Rabassa

Harper & Row (1970)

“The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders. For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.”

Love in the Time of Cholera

Translated by Edith Grossman

Alfred A. Knopf (1988)

“Contrary to what the Captain and Zenaida supposed, they no longer felt like newlyweds, and even less like belated lovers. It was as if they had leapt over the arduous calvary of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion; beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.”

Apr 12 '14

Dave Brubeck tribute at jazz at Lincoln center

Mar 31 '14
Nats, Mets get rolling with Strasburg-Gee face-off. @Mets #openingday

Nats, Mets get rolling with Strasburg-Gee face-off. @Mets #openingday

Mar 30 '14
Rad Cat. 

Rad Cat. 

Mar 17 '14

The Fender Stratocaster is turning 60! #guitars #frets #fingers

Feb 20 '14

Dog eats breakfast

Feb 17 '14

President’s Day Cat Nap

Feb 11 '14
"Occasionally the world is pleased to applaud and reward an artist, but more often than not it will carelessly pass him by. And what the world gives, it delights in talking away: the applauded and rewarded artist does not remain so; the world likes to reverse itself. What gives the book party or the opening night party or the artists’ dinner is peculiar feverish glitter is the lightly buried consciousness of the probable bad fate that awaits the artist’s offering."
“Forty –one false starts” by Janet Malcolm