“Are you going quietly, or do we have to use ear plugs?” — Spike Milligan, Spike Milligan, a Celebration
Cat in the Storm
Quote of the Day
“Memory is so much better at unhappiness than happiness.” — Jane Miller, Crazy Age
Quote of the Day
“Life is that which – pressingly, persistently, unfailingly, imperially – interrupts.” — Cynthia Ozick, “How Writers Live Today,” Esquire (August 1985)
Swing – Dubious
Quote of the Day
“The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.” — Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
Quote of the Day
“Everyone lies about sex, more or less, to themselves if not to others, to others if not to themselves, exaggerating its importance or minimizing its pull.” — Daphne Merkin, Dreaming of Hitler
Clowder Rabbit
Quote of the Day
“Humiliation is a poor kinsman of humility.” — Austin O’Malley, Keystones of Thought
Then is not Now
I am on my third pint. I am still anxious. I blame it on the drugs. The alcohol is supposed to have erased it.
Surrealist thought diarrhoea. Focus. It is Danielle’s fault. She had started talking about writing’s relationship with time. I’ve heard it before. This time the profundity is amplified.
The writer’s now is not the reader’s now. Their now is the reader’s past and the reader’s now is the writer’s future. And each reader has a different now. Writers are writing for as many future nows as there are readers. And each reader slides into their own personal world. To write is to create a multiverse.
The multiverse is my corollary. There is a lost thought between her talk and my deduction. A parenthetical that has slipped away.
“Are you local?”
I try finding a satisfying translation for retrouvailles. Literally it is a re-finding, you find someone again. My brain takes a detour and attempts a description: Two people comparing how much each has changed in four years. Danielle tells the waitress it is a reunion.
I hate it when the mind starts to race. Ideas streaming in quicker than I can process. Puddles breaking their invisible barriers, following gravity, streaming. A thought river. Ideas unsorted, ungrouped and unranked. I grab one at random.
A picture is worth a thousand words. You can paint a picture with a few words. Words are exponential.