Janet Frame


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Janet Paterson Frame (28 August 1924 – 29 January 2004) was a New Zealand author. She wrote eleven novels, four collections of short stories, a book of poetry, an edition of juvenile fiction, and three volumes of autobiography during her lifetime. Since her death, a twelfth novel, a second volume of poetry, and a handful of short stories have been released. Frame's celebrity is informed by her ... more »

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  • ''"For your own good" is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.''
    Janet Frame (b. 1924), New Zealander novelist, poet. Faces in the Water, ch. 4 (1961).
  • ''It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.''
    Janet Frame (b. 1924), New Zealand novelist, poet. "The Day of the Sheep," You Are Now Entering the Human Heart (1983).
  • ''Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination.''
    Janet Frame (b. 1924), New Zealand novelist, poet. The Envoy from Mirror City, vol. 1, ch. 20 (1985).
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  • Cin Sweet (2/14/2016 1:35:00 AM)

    If poets die young
    they bequeath two thirds of their life to the critics
    to graze and grow fat in
    visionary grass.

    If poets die in old age
    they live their own lives
    they write their own poems
    they are their own might-have-been.

    Young dead poets are prized comets.
    The critics queue with their empty wagons ready for hitching.

    Old living poets
    stay faithfully camouflaged in their own sky.
    It may even be forgotten they have been shining for so long.
    The reminder comes upon their falling
    extinguished into the earth.
    The sky is empty, the sun and moon have gone away,
    there are not enough street bulbs, glow-worms, fireflies to give light

    and for a time it seems there will be no more stars.

    - - -Janet Frame

  • Julia Wakefield (7/25/2014 8:54:00 PM)

    Where are the poems?

  • Julia Wakefield (7/25/2014 8:53:00 PM)

    Where are Janet Frame's poems?

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