Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so to make it finite.
G.K. Chesterton said that. The trouble is, it reminds me of something Douglas Adams said, and so makes me giggle. I don't think the point of Orthodoxy was to make me giggle.
Erm...I did, however, manage a really brilliant character study when I'd finished the first three chapters and a bit of the fourth. I'm not sure why, I think Chesterton's style of dictation is just so diametrically opposed to mine that it woke something up. Nasty little habit, that.
Also, I'd just gotten a new moleskine note-book, and those things demand to be talked into, in whatever way you want.
People should trade their therapists in for a book deal and several hundred moleskine notebooks.
There would be a huge ruddy upswing in the lit market.
Oh. Yes. I've been thinking of selling out to the Strathmore trading card movement. Come on, it's such a cute idea!
O God...I've found the boots I want.
http://chineselaundry.com/indShoe.asp?type=b&store=c&id=3514&sess=10210859835717728

1 comment:

thisisme said...

Poetry is doing nothing but using
losing refusing and
pleasing and betraying and caressing nouns.— Gertrude Stein