SwingsitlikeHogan
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A sad day indeed...
Clive James
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harpo_72
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Two in one day .. I am going to hide the grim reaper is on a roll!
jim8flog
Journeyman Pro
Just saw the news on Yahoo.
He held on well for a very long time.
RIP
He held on well for a very long time.
RIP
arnieboy
Challenge Tour Pro
We used to love the Clive James shows in the mid 90's.
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Deleted member 18645
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Always one of my favourite writers and broadcasters. First watched him doing a program on Formula 1 in the early 80s due to his friendship with Alan Jones and was a fan of his ever since. The Pearly Gates Weekly News has gained a tremendous new columnist.
MegaSteve
Tour Winner
The term wit and raconteur are not enough of a description... Always enjoyed reading, watching and listening to the man... RIP
ger147
Tour Winner
My favourite Clive James memories are when he had Billy Connolly on his show.
Saw an interview on BBC news this morning from a couple of years back after he'd been given the diagnosis. Looked very unwell then but still in great humour and read out some touching words from a poem called Japanese Maple. Sadly missed
stefanovic
Medal Winner
Favourite quotes.
"I can now vouch for the fact that no man ever completed a sentence in front of the Iron Lady while she was in residenceâ€.
"Duchess of York to visit Britain."
"I can now vouch for the fact that no man ever completed a sentence in front of the Iron Lady while she was in residenceâ€.
"Duchess of York to visit Britain."
Found the whole poem
‘Japanese Maple’ by Clive James
Clive James’s 2014 poem is a poignant meditation on his impending death.
Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:
Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?
Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.
My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:
Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colours will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.
‘Japanese Maple’ by Clive James
Clive James’s 2014 poem is a poignant meditation on his impending death.
Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:
Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?
Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.
My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:
Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colours will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.
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