Sunday, January 16, 2005
Elizabeth Janeway & Beatrice Wood
Some wonderful women live long spirited and inspiring lives. When they leave, it's sad but also an occasion for remarking on their contributions. Apparently Elizabeth Janeway died yesterday. In 1974 (in Between Myth and Morning), she wrote of the merely numerical construct that age is for some: "I have a problem about being nearly sixty: I keep waking up in the morning and thinking I'm thirty-one."
I'm reminded of Beatrice Wood, a delightful and quirky ceramacist who was 105 when she died in 1998, and had been a good friend of both Krishnamurti and Duchamps. In her biography, I Shock Myself, written at 96, she conveyed extraordinary joy and excitement of spirit, recounting many joys of getting older. From Janeway's and Wood's mouths to our ears!!
I'm reminded of Beatrice Wood, a delightful and quirky ceramacist who was 105 when she died in 1998, and had been a good friend of both Krishnamurti and Duchamps. In her biography, I Shock Myself, written at 96, she conveyed extraordinary joy and excitement of spirit, recounting many joys of getting older. From Janeway's and Wood's mouths to our ears!!
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