#Bernard Shaw Prize

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#OTD in 1950 – Death of playwright, critic and polemicist, George Bernard Shaw.

“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.” –George Bernard Shaw Born in Dublin in 1856, Shaw is the only person to receive both a Nobel Prize in Literature (1925) and an Oscar (1938), for his contributions to literature and for his work on the film Pygmalion (adaptation of his play of the same name), respectively. An ardent socialist, Shaw wanted to refuse his Nobel Prize…

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was thinking about robert shaw again today, and i wanted to do some archival digging to see if i could find some interviews he'd done in the past other than his appearances on the dick cavett show & the new england our way documentary (which honestly seem to be the only filmed interviews he's ever done).

i found over a dozen eighteen(!) articles, but there was one published in the guardian on july 16, 1971 that i found especially interesting! while he does talk about the usual things discussed in his interviews (his children, his work, his love of writing over acting) he does also speak (albeit briefly) about his being a socialist - which is really *not* what i would have expected robert shaw's political alignment to be ALKDGNSDKLGN it's so cool !! he was so cool.

it's a horrible, horrible scan though, & looks something like this:

so i've just gone ahead and transcribed everything to the best of my ability below. i've also made some slight changes to punctuation for the sake of readability. there were a lot of strange run-on sentences in the original article.

i'd happily share the link to the original document, but i found it via proquest and my university's name is directly attached to any generated permalinks :( issn is 02613077 and doc id is 185459069 though! interviewer/author of the article was terry philpott.

“Most people, you see, think that actors are stupid,” says Robert Shaw, stage, film, and television actor, playwright, and novelist (“The Sun Doctor” won the Hawthornden Prize). It is likely that most people think that there are two Robert Shaws. People who read novels think that there is a novelist called Robert Shaw, who has nothing to do with that dreadful actor who they occasionally see on television, or they think that he is the son of the son of George Bernard Shaw, and are too ignorant to know that he didn’t have a son. The popular image of Shaw shows him starring in films like “From Russia with Love,” “The Valiant,” “The Battle of the Bulge,” “Custer of the West,” and “The Battle of Britain.” He was a memorable Henry VIII to Paul Scofield’s More in “A Man for All Seasons,” [?] fewer people know him in the [?] adaptations of Pinter or as a stage actor. Shaw too is an intensely physical character, the man of the media who offers tips in drinking, the sportsman, the father of eight children, and the owner of four cats, who delights to drive at high speed. Even his novels, serious as they are, contain this intense physical aspect of their author. His priest in “The Flag” was a former miner, a man of great physical energies who harboured doubts about [?] and his faith. Halliday, the sun doctor, found his moral conflicts besetting him in the African jungle, and in between their philosophizing and perhaps [?], Slattery and Lewis in “A Card From Morocco” drink and rage. Yet in Shaw, the intellectual and physical seem in [?] compatibly at one moment, he is eagerly discussing sport; at the next, art; a discussion of politics with reference to Lord Liverpool’s ministries takes up as much time as a discussion on driving; he discloses his Socialist convictions with an angry gusto; makes what appears to be a thoughtful remark, but laughs suddenly and says that he was only joking. The challenge, egotism, sharpness of thought and quickness of word are not Shaw acting public Shaw, but the essence and reality. “I genuinely love to shock my readership into something,” says Shaw the writer, “But I am always thinking of how I can get their attention, of how I can shock them out of their smug, middle-class ways. I want to shock them out of their stupor, to shock them into awareness, to make them think. Everybody is shocking them sexually, but I am like the Jesuit priest, and I want to make the boy [thud?]” “There is so much sensationalism, now. How can you do that? I have got to get at them after they take my books off the library or book shop shelves. I know how Edna O’Brien does it, but the first pages of my novel aren’t those of the popular novels. I am a political pamphleteer.” Shaw believes very much in early formative [influences?], and perhaps his character can be explained by his upbringing. Born in Lancashire, he was eldest of the five children of a doctor, who committed suicide when his son was 11. “My mother was the total influence. She is an extremely strong woman, a puritan in the true sense of the word. We were thought of as a family of some social standing, the family to know in the village. While my mother used to tell me not to play with the ‘common children,’ from her I learnt also real humanity.”

Although his childhood was spent mainly in the Orkneys and Cornwall, the family lived near Bolton through some of the Depression, a period of lasting influence on his political leanings. His interests in writing and acting grew simultaneously at school. At 21, he joined the Royal Shakespeare Company at Stratford-upon-Avon for two years, following them with a year at the Old Vic. As late as 1960 he was still known mainly for his role in “The Buccaneers,” although his first novel, “The Hiding Place” had appeared in 1959, and the year before that he acted in his own play, “Off the Mainland,” at the Arts Theatre, London. He supplemented his income by journalism, writing feature articles for “Queen” and [chairing?] television’s [lone essay?] at a regular literary programme, “The Bookman.” There he introduced to the television public a young novelist named Edna O’Brien, whose first novel, “The Country Girls,” had just appeared. “I write, first, because I have a childish desire for immortality,” Shaw says, “I don’t know why it is, but I have noticed that other people have it, too, although in an essay Adler wrote that it was not a desire strong in women. Secondly, I am a political writer. I feel very radically about some things, but only in a certain kind of way, not in a square-on political party way. I would like to influence people to a hard and tough radicalism. That is why I admire Orwell so much and I admire him even at his worst. We are surrounded by second-rate, trashy writers who are taken up and praised. It isn’t that I think Harold Pinter is the greatest playwright of the century, but even at his worst he is an intelligent writer.” Acting offers few compensations. “Films are a business and seldom an art form. It is a director’s medium. For obvious reasons, there are no good screen writers, because anyone with any sense doesn’t want to be one. The only films that I have been in that have made money have been the bad ones, so you’ll see what I mean.” He is currently playing Lord Randolph Churchill in the making of “Young Winston,” the Richard Attenborough-Carl Foreman film adaptation of Churchill’s “My Early Life.” Here there are some satisfactions. “It is one of the last big budget pictures. I have the best part, with the possible exception of Anne Bancroft as Lady Jennie Churchill. Hardly anyone knows anything about Randolph, so I’ll have to be bad not to be able to do something with the part. While he wasn’t the equal of his son, he was a very remarkable man. It is pleasant to be playing an intelligent man for a change. I have also got my best wardrobe since Henry VIII, so that is my vanity satisfied. Few are working in the industry at the moment, so even to be working is some feat.” Filming can occasionally offer deeper rewards. “There are some occasions when you are working with someone really good, like Joe Losey, and filming can become art and takes on something special. It is a sort of religious moment when you feel that you are really communicating something. It is probably an illusion, but you can also feel it when you write. It has only happened to me rarely with acting.”

He and his wife Mary Ure may go to Broadway in Pinter’s “Old Times,” but even stage acting Shaw finds of dubious interest. “There is an English mystique about the theatre, thus stage actors are knighted and film actors are not. I get bored by any stage play in about four weeks, but you also have an audience to respond to you. The great difference is that in the theatre you can dominate the audience, whereas in the cinema you can woo them.” For these and other reasons he would not leave acting. “I would like to say that. I was going to stop acting completely, but I can’t. Apart from the other reasons, there is, first, this childlike side in me that loves acting, and although I curse it at times, I think that acting is under-rated. It is certainly better than many professions; being a politician, for instance. Secondly, I can’t afford to be just a writer. I could afford it if I were prepared to live in a poorer manner, but now I am used to living in a certain way. Anyway, I rarely go out or buy clothes or spend much on myself, but I have a lot of dependents.” Acting, too, allows him to subsidise his writing: the National Theatre have just paid him £100 for his new play, “Cato Street,” which he worked on for two years, and he has another novel, “Flesh and Blood,” planned for publication next year. He is working at the moment on the second volume of “The Cure of Souls,” his trilogy, the first of which was “The Flag.” It will be set during the Spanish Civil War, a period and event of enduring fascination for him. But he does not see the trilogy as the work for which he might be remembered. “I keep getting little ideas which are more relevant, contemporary, and will be in the end more important. Conrad kept breaking off his larger works like ‘Lord Jim’ to write other works like ‘The Heart of Darkness.’ I am trying to achieve that kind of book.” Shaw enjoys his wealth. “It gives me power, but more than that, if you are proud and poor in modern society, it isn’t very pleasant. I was always willing to be sacked by a director. I can afford to be now, but I believe that every actor, whatever his material position, should be willing to be, too. Money also offers me freedom and space.” It is providing him with a large house in Ireland where he will indulge again his desire for immortality by creating a great garden. Shaw admits to some incongruity in a Socialist enjoying the comforts of the Savoy and talking about his wealth. He says it is a dilemma that has confronted him for some time, but he has reconciled himself to it in the knowledge that he is an autocrat, and does not know a talented person who is not. “Here I am living like a capitalist, and yet I believe that if there were a real chance of equality[,?] of opportunity, of real socialism, then I would give up all the money. It would all go. Definitely, definitely, definitely. That I really feel.”

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Alredered Remembers Irish playwright and winner of the 1925 Nobel Prize in Literature George Bernard Shaw, on his birthday.

"Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance."

-George Bernard Shaw

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CREAM OF THE CRAP

From Meatbreath to Meatskid, finding the Worst Band in America just wasn't as easy as we had imagined. Mark Blackwell explains.

Hell is full of musical amateurs: Music is the brandy of the damned. - George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

IT WAS THE BIGGEST STORM TO HIT MANHATTAN IN DECADES. Subways flooded. Bridges closed. Scuba divers were deployed to rescue motorists on the FDR freeway. Yet a lone soul braved the torrential rains, stumbling up Sixth Avenue with a massive garbage bag stuffed with packages. That soul was me and that bag was the fourth load of crap sent in by hundreds of bands, each of which swore it sucked worse than the rest. I painfully plunged from Spin to the residence of our ad departments Fred McIntyre for yet another dreary listening session.

It started quite innocently, with a contest under the headline "Do You Suck?": "So you and some other losers got together and tried to start a band? None of you can play your instruments, carry a tune, or write a decent song even if your lives depend upon it? ... Well, congratulations! You win!" The constant barrage of material from pathetic excuses for bands that record companies are forever hawking had sparked the idea: If this stuff is marketable entertainment, i.e. good music, just think what the bad stuff out there must sound like.

The rats come out of the woodwork for the $500 prize. Everyone seemed to have a terrible band, and those who didn't rushed to start one. By the deadline, we amassed six large trash bags of submissions. In the next two days, the mail filled yet another bag. (Late entries weren't disqualified. Any true Worst Band wouldn't;t necessarily be punctual.)

Fred and I convened to begin judgment. The first candidate was Meatbreath's metallic failure, Givin' Grandma the Sausage. Next came Iron Dog's not-so-aptly titled We Know How To Rock. Then Headwound, Rectal Pizza, Uncouth Bastards, Choking Victim, and Up the Horses Ass. It became increasingly clear this wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. Finally Fred lost it. As we listened to entry 68, the Inbreeders from Hazelwood, Missouri, he jerked he repulsive tape from the stereo and began stomping it to pieces. We called it a day.

Every wretched band was eventually given the spotlight. The social calendar of Contributing Editor Jonathan Bernstein, the third prospective juror, suddenly became unusually full, but he managed to show up for a few of the sessions. The "system" became more and more informal. The first day everything was indexed in computer files. That soon degenerated into notebook scribbles for only the worst. Anything that upset Fred's roommates dog Pogue was given special consideration. We lost official count at around 300. It was a mess. It took forever.

"What are you looking for?" people asked. "What makes a band really suck?" Massachusetts contender Mess put it perfectly: "Any garage band that can play out of tune and puke on stage (at least we can). But to truly suck, you have to be a complete disappointment." Very good point. (Mess was disqualified for being too smart.) Musically (to use the term loosely), most of the stuff was poorly recorded, sloppy punk rock -- not much worse than the stuff SPIN's Assistant Research Editor Daniel Fidler can frequently be found enjoying. Anything we figured he'd listen to was disqualified as being too "good." Another large percentage ran the gamut from goofy rock in the Ween vein to pure jokey-novelty stuff. This included bands that simply changed the words to popular hits. (Ohio's Martha McMillan pushed the cover version category to the extreme with her stirring vocal-only renditions of two entire Siouzse and the Banshees albums.) Rap, country, metal -- you name it, we got it, and it was bad.

The dominant trend thematically was , to put it bluntly, shit. Several bands, including Steaming Pile, wrote their bios on toilet paper. Somewhere around the 200 package, there surfaced an odorous entry that included much more than writing on it's roll. We weren't amused. The members of New Hampshire's Flux set out to disgust with a video showcasing themselves throwing up. The wannabe punk pukers were also documented shoplifting and setting dead animals on fire. Sex was a popular theme, but less popular than disease.

Perks were plentiful. Men w/out Underwear sent a "promotional quiche lorraine." Condoms, home-made shirts, soap, chalk, and cigarettes were popular promo items. The Electric Sex Hens mailed the largest package, which included many "bribes" such as a broken watch, cheap sunglasses, and more useless toys.

We somehow narrowed it down to three finalists: Oklahoma's Wood Pussy, California's Sheriffs [sic] of the Apocalypse [sic], and Florida's Scraping Teeth.

Wood Pussy specializes in loud noise rock performed in the nude. Its video included a less-than-lovely segment in which a beer bottle was employed by one of the band's female members in a manner that makes Madonna's mineral water bottle scene look like Sesame Street. Wood Pussy, however, was much more a performance art group than a band.

Interestingly enough, the Sheriffs of the Apocalypse were signed to Indiana's UGCO, a fine label we uncovered, which caters expressly to really terrible music. The Sheriffs were indeed bad enough to be separated from the pack, but upon close examination they weren't much worse than groups on certain metal labels. Finally, after much debate, we settled on Scraping Teeth.

The Teeth are bad. They're painfully boring. They try to shock. They fail. They try to frighten. They fail. They're sort of like what you'd get if you took one of those "scary" monotonous bands such as Skinny Puppy or Swans, and got rid of everything remotely interesting and clever. Tiresome, effects-ridden guitar and weak vocals from Rat Bastard. Flat, plodding bass and weak vocals from Fishfungus. Out-of-sync, sloppy drums and weak screaming from Dimthingshine. And, unlike many of the entrants, they're a real band, not a joke -- three years old and still suck. Congratulations, Scraping Teeth. You're the Worst Band in America.

Those of you who were just too damn good to win, don't despair. Keep not practicing and watch for the next Worst Band in America contest. Not here, of course. You think we'd go through this again?

AND THE LOSER IS ... SCRAPING TEETH

All that young James Rite knew was that the cover of the first King Crimson album -- the big, red face caught in a silent scream -- "looked really cool." He had no notion thhat one day he'd give voice to that scream. Soon he started listening to experimental jazz, then a little Stockhausen, and it all began falling into place. Now he drums and yells under the nom de plume Dimthingshine with the Miami-based trio, Scraping Teeth, whose repertoire of one long dissonant, atonal, relentless ache. Sure, the set list purports to feature individual tunes such as "Blow Me While I Shit" and "Mary Had a Fucking Goat," but this is a journey beyond the pain threshold, where there are no stops and the driver is some sort of Nazi dentist who won't stop screaming!

So James, you are in the Worst Band in America. How do you feel? "I feel like I just won something on The Dating Game," he gushes, breathlessly. "I hope my screams had something to do with it."

The accolade occurred at a juncture in the Teeth's career when the members were rather despondent about the band's local standing. "Other bands hate to open for us or follow us," says Rite. "They get scared. They don't want to talk to me after they've seen me screaming." And the audiences? "There have been a couple of incidents. People try to start fights.

However, this belated recognition has imbued the trio -- Rite, bassist Isaac "Fishfungus" Ersoff, and guitarist Frank "Rat Bastard" Falestra -- with new optimism: "We went into the studio the other night 'cause this got us excited. It's pretty much the same. I say to the guys, 'Let's sit down and work out a tune,' but nobody wants to. We never practice. Anything we do, we make up on the spot." (At press time, Scraping Teeth had gone on something of a hiatus. Apparently, someone just stole James Rite's drums from the back of his car. His luck just never ends.)

JONATHAN BERNSTEIN

May 1993 issue.

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Have you ever heard of George Bernard Shaw? He was a famous writer who won the Nobel Prize for Literature. He wrote many plays, essays, and books that are still popular today. But he was also known for his witty and wise quotes. In this article, we will share with you the best George Bernard Shaw quotes that can inspire you in different ways.

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George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 – 2 November 1950), known at his insistence simply as Bernard Shaw, was an Irish playwright, critic, polemicist and political activist. His influence on Western theatre, culture and politics extended from the 1880s to his death and beyond. He wrote more than sixty plays, including major works such as Man and Superman (1902), Pygmalion (1912) and Saint Joan (1923). With a range incorporating both contemporary satire and historical allegory, Shaw became the leading dramatist of his generation, and in 1925 was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.

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"You don't stop playing because you get old, but you get old when you stop playing",

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George Bernard Shaw was an Irish writer, playwright, linguist and music critic.

In 1925 he won the Nobel Prize for literature with the following motivation:

"For his work which is marked by both idealism and humanity, his thought-provoking satire is often infused with a singular poetic beauty."

"Non si smette di giocare perché si diventa vecchi, ma si diventa vecchi quando si smette di giocare",

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George Bernard Shaw è stato uno scrittore, drammaturgo, linguista e critico musicale irlandese. Nel 1925 vinse il Premio Nobel per la letteratura con la seguente motivazione:

«per il suo lavoro che è segnato sia dall'idealismo che dall'umanità, la sua satira stimolante è spesso infusa di una singolare bellezza poetica.»

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George Bernard Shaw, [add source/date].

I'm currently learning about Irish intellectual, playwright, author and critic GBS; a quick internet search informs me that he “was a feminist long before the term became familiar. In his plays and prefaces, he exposes the iniquities suffered by women; his women characters do not conform to the Victorian notions of femininity.” [add source] A socialist activist, he was also known for his complex and sometimes dark and controversial opinions, including those relating to Fascism, Nazism, Stalinism and eugenics [add more info].

Shaw married Irish Fabian Charlotte Payne-Townshend [add more info], but also had affairs with many of the actresses in his plays, including the well-known Ellen Terry. His most famous play, ‘Pygmalion’ (the musical and film versions of which were renamed ‘My Fair Lady’) won him a Nobel Peace Prize in Literature in 1925 and an Oscar in 1939 for the screen adaptation. The play was written with the Suffragette movement in full flow. He was a long-standing supporter of female suffrage. [Add more info] 

Five things to know about George Bernard Shaw - article from the website of the National Gallery of Ireland.

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George Bernard Shaw and Suffragettes

Robins the woman who wrote the first suffragette play:

Her actor husband left her a suicide note: “I will not stand in your light any longer.”

She wrote the play "Votes for women" in 1907. Votes for Women was written at that pivotal moment, when the suffrage campaign adopted these bold new tactics, when suffragists turned into suffragettes. Audiences at the Royal Court attending its 1907 premiere knew exactly what was on the front pages of the newspapers, and how it related to the drama unfolding on stage before them.

There is a story about playwright George Bernard Shaw paying Robins an unexpected visit. He was in love with her. She wasn’t quite so keen on him. She was alone in her apartment when he called. She became so afraid of his advances, and his refusal to leave, that she pulled a gun on him. Instead of hiring lawyers to pressure her to keep quiet about the incident, he afterwards wrote about it himself. He seems rather to have admired her courage.

Shaw's History and views:

Shaw's father, George Carr Shaw, was a civil clerk turned wholesale food (corn) merchant. He was also an alcoholic.

Shaw's mother Lucinda Elizabeth Gurly Shaw was from a well-to-do family, raised to be a lady and promised her aunt's fortune. Lucinda’s family found out that Carr Shaw was a drunk. When she still decided to marry him, her aunt cut her off from the fortune.

Shaw wrote Pygmalion in 1912. It won him a Nobel Peace Prize in Literature in 1925. Pygmalion was written with the Suffragette movement in full flow and Shaw was partly inspired by memories of his time as a freelancer at The Pall Mall Gazette

In July 1885 the Gazette's editor WT Stead had published three lurid articles on 'White Slavery': The Maiden Tribute of Modern London. Stead had caused outrage by publishing stories of prostitutes and young girls sold on the streets to well-heeled members of British society. Stead interviewed prostitutes, madams, clients, policemen and others on the threat to young, female virgins. Virginity, he asserted, was a sanctity which a “woman ought to value more than life”. Stead had purchased a 13 year old girl, Eliza Armstrong, from her mother in a well-planned press entrapment operation. Stead's actions gave him a major press scoop and allowed him to show just how easy it was to purchase young girls such as Eliza. Stead was jailed for three months for his radical action but he felt he had proved his point. 

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El 16 de octubre de 1854, en Dublin, Irlanda, nacía uno de los dramaturgos más respetados de la historia de la literatura, ese día llegaba al mundo Oscar Wilde. Como en esa época Irlanda pertenecía a la Reino Unido, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde era considerado británico. Su padre William Wilde era cirujano, oftalmólogo y arqueólogo, por su parte, su madre Jane Frances Agnes Elgee, era poetiza y abierta partidaria del nacionalismo irlandés. Oscar creció en ese ambiente de intelectuales y demostró estar a la altura de las expectativas, en su adolescencia ya hablaba francés y alemán. Hasta los 17 años estudió en la Port Royal School de Enniskillen para terminar su instrucción en el Trinity College donde se familiarizó con los clásicos de la literatura universal. Mahaffy, su tutor, lo introdujo en el mundo de la literatura griega sobre la que escribió un artículo que le valió la medalla de oro de Berkeley. Esto lo hizo merecedor de una beca que le permitió continuar sus estudios en el prestigioso Magdalen College, de Oxford. Su poema 'Ravenna' lo hizo merecedor del 'Oxford Newdigate Prize', escalón fundamental para graduarse con el mejor promedio como Bachelor of Arts. Cuando su pareja Florence Balcombe lo abandonó para casarse con Bram Stoker, autor de Drácula, Oscar decidió abandonar Irlanda para limpiar su alma de dolor. Lo hizo de inmediato cuando conoció y se enamoró de Constance Lloyd, con quien tuvo a Cyril y Vyvyan Wilde. De manera rotunda se presentó como un 'esteticista' cuando presento 'El retrato de Dorian Grey', una de sus obras mas célebres. Se convirtió en un sagaz acuñador de frases cortas y aforismos ingeniosos, al llegar a los puertos, cuando le preguntaban si traía algo, el respondía 'Solo mi mal genio'. En la cima de su carrera escandalizó a la pacata alta sociedad inglesa cuando tuvo un affaire con lord Alfred Douglas, hecho por el cual fue acusado de sodomía y enviado a la cárcel. Al ser liberado en 1897, estaba arruinado económicamente y desilusionado con la sociedad londinense por lo que abandonó el país rumbo a Francia. Wilde pasó el resto de su vida en París donde abrazó el catolicismo y vivió con el nombre falso de Sebastián Melmoth. George Bernard Shaw dijo sobre este exilio, 'No debe olvidarse que, a pesar de que por cultura Wilde era un ciudadano de todas las capitales civilizadas, de raíz era un irlandés muy irlandés y, como tal, un extranjero en todas partes menos en Irlanda'. Desde su nuevo hogar publica 'La balada de la cárcel de Reading' escrita durante su detención. En octubre de 1900 es operado de una otitis aguda de la cual no se recuperó totalmente, finalmente el 30 de noviembre muere a causa de un ataque de Meningitis a los 46 años. Luego de su muerte se edita 'De Profundis' que sumada a sus 'La importancia de llamarse Ernesto', 'Requiescat', 'El príncipe feliz' y 'El fantasma de Canterville' lo ubican entre los mas respetados escritores de todos los tiempos.

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#OTD in 1856 – Birth of playwright, critic and Nobel Prize laureate, George Bernard Shaw, in Dublin.

George Bernard Shaw was a dramatist and a literary critic in addition to being a socialist spokesman. His valuable contributions to literature won him the Nobel Prize for literature in 1925. While Shaw accepted the honour, he refused the money. He was a free spirit and a freethinker who advocated women’s rights and equality on income. Shaw was known for his wit and witty phrases such as: “My…

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How to solve an inflation, deficit and energy crisis as Australia looks to break vicious cycle

"No question is so difficult to answer as that to which the answer is obvious."

Best known as a Nobel prize-winning playwright, the Dublin-born George Bernard Shaw also was a political activist who courted controversy, adulation and outrage in equal measure.

If he were around today and asked what Australia could do to solve its inflation, budgetary and cost of living problems — while simultaneously bolstering its manufacturing sector and hence employment — he no doubt would have had a quick solution.

Read More: https://www.abc.net.au/news/2022-10-17/inflation-deficit-and-energy-crisis-interest-rates-verrender/101541346

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The TA First Translation Prize Winner: Janet Hong and her editor Ethan Nosowsky for a translation of The Impossible Fairytale by Han Yujoo (Tilted Axis Press) translated from Korean.

The John Florio Prize Winner: Gini Alhadeff for her translation of I Am the Brother of XX by Fleur Jaeggy (And Other Stories).

The Scott Moncrieff Prize Winner: Sophie Yanow for her translation of Pretending is Lying by Dominique Goblet (New York Review Comics).

The Bernard Shaw Prize Winner: Frank Perry for his translation of Bret Easton Ellis and the Other Dogs by Lina Wolff (And Other Stories).

The Premio Valle Inclán Prize Winner: Megan McDowell for her translation of Seeing Red by Lina Meruane (Atlantic).

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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

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My Peak Challenge on Instagram on November 29, 2021:

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George Bernard Shaw's quote.

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What is the meaning of this quote? (found in Internet):

My guess is that the real reason he wrote that comment was as a payback to his critics. I suspect Shaw was in effect saying to his critics, ‘Of course I have made mistakes but you have done nothing.’

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George Bernard Shaw - Irish comic dramatist, literary critic, and socialist propagandist, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1925.

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Paris, city of love?

No idea who Tony is, but I f**ing love him?

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Is it possible... there are no coincidences?

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There are no coincidences, captain.

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[November 29, 2021]

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Send from Sansgreet Android App. Sanskrit greetings app from team @livesanskrit . It's the first Android app for sending @sanskrit greetings. Download app from https://livesanskrit.com/sansgreet George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 – 2 November 1950), known at his insistence simply as Bernard Shaw, was an Irish playwright, critic, polemicist and political activist. His influence on Western theatre, culture and politics extended from the 1880s to his death and beyond. He wrote more than sixty plays, including major works such as Man and Superman (1902), Pygmalion (1912) and Saint Joan (1923). With a range incorporating both contemporary satire and historical allegory, Shaw became the leading dramatist of his generation, and in 1925 was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. #sansgreet #sanskritgreetings #greetingsinsanskrit #sanskritquotes #sanskritthoughts #emergingsanskrit #sanskrittrends #trendsinsanskrit #livesanskrit #sanskritlanguage #sanskritlove #sanskritdailyquotes #sanskritdailythoughts #sanskrit #samskrit #resanskrit #bernardshaw #bernardshawquotes #irish #polemicist #celebratingsanskrit #pygmalion #nobelprize #ireland #dublin #england #british #britishman #uk #portobello https://www.instagram.com/p/CkbXNKyL-XO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=