Posts Tagged ‘Writing’
The last time I ate in a Spur was in 2003. It was in Fordsburg, it was a group-thing with the folk from the dojo (The Islander was visiting from NYC and I was invited because he was staying with me, otherwise it would have been a black-belt-thing only) and I did now know that [...]
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Tags: family, holidays, Writing
I am back in Potch. My father is in bed with pleurisy and quite sick. As I only had the CI manual to finish start I thought I would come over and babysit him. We have abandoned the million-inch big screen in the lounge for the 70cm antique in the bedroom. I have the laptop [...]
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Tags: childhood, Potchefstroom, sex, Writing
One begins to understand how impossible it is for people of different cultures to cross that divide when one finds a Google ad for a “Belly Fat Cure” on a webpage offering the details of suicide by ritual disembowelment, or the Japanese tradition of hara-kiri, or seppuku.
Yukio Mishima, the pen name of Hiraoka Kimitake, born [...]
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Tags: books, hara-kiri, Japan, reading, Writing
On writing #2: S is for Solent
In spite of the ridiculous amounts of fun that they can generate, adjectives have been maligned a lot. Very much like cocaine, come to think of it. LC once said to me that if you need an adjective, you are not using the right noun. Ben Yagoda is even more damning. His book on The Parts of Speech, for Better and/or Worse, is called, When You Catch an Adjective, Kill It. If I was an adjective I’d be drinking a lot.
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Tags: adjectives, Douglas Adams, drinking, Writing
According to Lesley, to say “…the Sowetan has been recovering from a lengthy crisis of semi-erection; hovering between the la-di-da of respectability and the economic imperatives of crass commercialism…” is not academic, and even though she thought it was amusing, I have the opportunity to better my ways.
I knew of course, that this would be [...]
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Tags: academic, e-tv, Jane Austen, relationships, Richard II, Sowetan, vegans, Writing
Scotch? Irish? Single Malt?
“To blunder around a woman’s breasts in a way that does absolutely nothing for her” is to “meadle”, according to The Deeper Meaning of Liff by Douglas Adams and John Lloyd. “Lemvig” (n.) is the person that you can rely on to do worse than you, and a “fraddam” (n.) is the awkwardly shaped piece of [...]
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Tags: Douglas Adams, Meaning of Liff, whiskey, words, Writing
On writing
I was once friends with a sweetie-actor called Evan Klisser. This was many years ago, when I just moved to Johannesburg and was still figuring out how to get into the film industry. Evan referred me to my first ever crew agent. Now that I think about it, he may have a helluva lot to [...]
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Tags: Evan Klisser, John Dovey, Kathy Lette, life, Louis L'Amour, Writing
Happy fucking new year
I once read that Gabriel Byrne also wrote, and that he found the sight of an empty page in the typewriter (yes, that long ago) intimidating. Or depressing. Or something, either way, not good.
(Look, a whole paragraph.)
When I decided that I could make a living as a writer, and be free (more important than the [...]
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Tags: Dirk Bogarde, Gabriel Byrne, life, Writing
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