Fleur Adcock

Person · Open Library

Works

40

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type

Person

Gender

Female

Origin

United Kingdom

Active from

1934-02-10

Active to

2024-10-10

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners

34

Total plays

81

Kareen Fleur Adcock (known as Fleur Adcock), CNZM, OBE (born 10 February 1934 in New Zealand) is a poet and an editor of English and Northern Irish ancestry, who has lived much of her life in England <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/Fleur+Adcock">Read more on Last.fm</a>

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

1. International ERS/ATS guidelines on definition, evaluation and treatment of severe asthma

   · 2013 · cited 3,318x

2. Autoantibodies against type I IFNs in patients with life-threatening COVID-19

   · 2020 · cited 2,283x

3. Three-Dimensional Cell Culture Systems and Their Applications in Drug Discovery and Cell-Based Biosensors

   · 2014 · cited 2,203x

4. Inborn errors of type I IFN immunity in patients with life-threatening COVID-19

   · 2020 · cited 1,856x

5. A Living Biobank of Breast Cancer Organoids Captures Disease Heterogeneity

   · 2018 · cited 1,753x

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Quotes

• “There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things than not being able to sleep for thinking about them. It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse”
• “It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.”
• “But now that I am in love with a place which doesn’t care how I look, or if I’m happy,happy is how I look.”
• “I stopped writing poetry when I stopped smoking.... It was more complicated than that.”
• “I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.”
• “Somehow we manage it: to like our friends, to tolerate not only their little ways but their huge neuroses, their monumental oddness: "Oh well," we smile, "it's one of his funny days."”

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