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{ Thursday, August 19, 2004 }

I have always been perverse

I've always admired Dorothea Tanning, and there is a lovely interview with her in the Guardian.

Tanning will be 94 this month and she has just published her first novel, a magical Sadean nursery rhyme called Chasm, and her first book of poems, the kaleidoscopic A Table of Content. If labels are in order, she prefers to call herself the 'oldest living emerging poet'. 'Artists can change and move on,' she tells me, 'and that's much more interesting than being like Chagall, who painted the same damn thing all his life. Don't you think? I think that's like turning out shirts.'

LINK | 4:02 AM | TB

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