John Sinclair





John Sinclair


Born
January 01, 1941


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Average rating: 3.85 · 200 ratings · 29 reviews · 192 distinct works
Guitar Army; Street Writing...

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Guitar Army: Rock and Revol...

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Sun Ra: Interviews & Essays

3.59 avg rating — 29 ratings — published 2009 — 3 editions
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Collins Cobuild English Dic...

4.77 avg rating — 13 ratings — published 1987 — 3 editions
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English Usage

4.88 avg rating — 8 ratings — published 1992 — 2 editions
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It's All Good: A John Sincl...

3.78 avg rating — 9 ratings — published 2009
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The Phoenix Song

3.25 avg rating — 8 ratings — published 2012 — 3 editions
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Collins Cobuild English Lan...

4.57 avg rating — 7 ratings — published 1988 — 4 editions
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Collins COBUILD English gra...

4.50 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1991
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Fattening Frogs For Snakes:...

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“As soon as we had the music arranged on our stands, Conductor Li tapped his baton on the lectern and called us to attention. "Quiet please, comrades! And as we play just think of the Long March," he said. "I will be at the front, like Chairman Mao. I will beat the time. Try to keep up. If you get lost, skip a few pages. Hopefully, the rest of us will pass your way eventually... The first movement sounded like nothing less than a full-scale military retreat. We were ambushed by missing pages of score, by an impulsive feint by the cellists and double basses, and by a flautist who turned two pages rather than one and played along happily in no man's land for a dozen or so bars until he was rapped on the head with the end of a clarinet (pg 325)”
John Sinclair, The Phoenix Song

“I was aware of Shostakovich's hidden code; the repeated, niggling act of subterfuge buried deep within the music: D - E-flat - C - B, played straight through, played backwards, flipped upside down; a tattoo on the soul of the music. (pg 329)”
John Sinclair, The Phoenix Song

“My memory of the event stops at this point, like a scene that is held in the eye in the moments after a lamp is turned out. I can recall the burnished surface of the river flowing by, the rotations of birdsong from the trees behind us, and the imprint of my father's fingers on my forehead where he had brushed away my hair. But of my father I remember nothing save an impression of his lean body, perched on a rock, in white featureless silhouette as if his image had been carefully cut from a photograph. the image stays with me still.
"Do you understand?" the silhouette says.
I nod and say nothing. (pg 43)”
John Sinclair, The Phoenix Song



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