How happy these lads must have been when they were really miserable; they said to themselves: ‘What a bit of luck! A good line will be born!’
Jean-Paul Satre, Words
Writers are lucky because there is almost nothing that can’t be turned into a good story. Very little remains unexamined, it all provides grist to the mill.
In that vein, I have written a short story for the ABC Tales competition, Let’s Start Again.
While my good friend, the 3 eyed boy, recounts:
One really great day; a day filled with the anxious thrill and aching
And there is a more scientific discussion of the whole phenomenon here, which concludes:
No doubt, trapeze artists must have complicated and compelling love lives
I would add writers too, even if the only trapeze ropes they swing from are metaphorical. I hope you enjoy the results of our falling and leaping.
This is beautiful, just beautiful:
Last month I installed new bookshelves in a room in my house. They’re black, and my painter offered the unsolicited opinion that they might look depressing when completed. I knew he was wrong because, at the very least, the paperback shelf couldn’t help but have a cheerful orange zing a zing that comes from the Penguin spine, the most wonderfully insidious default interior design statement in our culture. Even crack dens glow with Penguins on the shelf
– Douglas Coupland
Douglas Coupland’s Penguin Anniversary Project, Speaking to the Past, is available on Flickr here.
I have been collecting old Penguins for a while now, mostly because I want to read them, but also because of how god-damn gorgeous they look when you have a shelf full of the beautiful things. Sadly, they are all boxed up now, but one day they will be taken out to glow again. And now, thanks to Mr Coupland, I know that I will never be content until I have black shelves to keep them on.
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