Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Just a few hours after my previous post, Simon died.

Tomorrow, March 2nd, he will be cremated.

And perhaps... rise like a butterfly...

lafcadio-hearn-insectes:

«Toutefois, dans la croyance japonaise, un papillon peut aussi bien être l’esprit d’une personne décédée. Les âmes de fait ont coutume de prendre la forme d’un papillon afin d’annoncer qu’elles vont bientôt se séparer de leur enveloppe terrestre. Pour cette raison, tout papillon qui entre dans une maison devrait être traité avec bonté.»

Lafcadio Hearn, «Papillons». Traduction Marc Logé. Insectes, les éditions du Sonneur. 


Hokusai


Saturday, 20 February 2016

Book thinking: THE LAST SYLLABLE by Simon Law






You can find the author of this book - aka the person to whom my not-review letter is written - Simon - on Twitter here

 
For details about how to buy The Last Syllable, you can contact his publisher/editor Bee, here


Saturday, 13 February 2016

Alternative views on Valentine's Day

Some years ago I wrote a poem - quite a bad poem - about Valentine's Day. About the cynical thing of it, yet the wondering-if of it, and the little dabbed-away tear of the disappointment of it. Boo hoo hooooo. I growl now thinking about all three of those positions, just a little growl of experience and age. What a waste of effort is involved in projecting wishes and hopes and how little return there is for it. 

Anyway, it was published in the Herald. It did not result in happiness, invitations to drinks, mysterious bouquets of flowers, anonymous heart shaped boxes of chocolate cherries, or proposals of marriage. I don't think it even resulted in a fee.

So I'm not a 'lover' (Ha. Ed.) of the commercial exploitation of the idea, i.e. of LOVE being celebrated nominally in the name of a dead Saint, on one particular day (call it a long weekend with a massive amount of foreplay) in the year.

This past week on twitter I've been emitting a lot of kitsch Valentine cards - which I might post here later to get out of my system/off my hard drive - and yesterday, remembering the clever twitter-meme begun by Jane Harris - namely, spoofing the vast quantity of novels titled 'THE GIRL WHO... - novels written by authors of all genders, but made most famous by Stieg Larsson's Dragon Tattoo Girl - (you've got lost now, haven't you? Ed.) - where was I - oh yes - remembering that AND pondering the foolishness of cutesie Valentine wishes made with coy tongue in bulging cheek (OOo-er. Ed) I wasted some more effort and fooled around a little with images and words, and in short, I made two V cards - Valentiney-cards for women who can't stand the whole shenanigans. 
 
Here they are.  I could make a series. I could sell them as e-cards. I could... exploit them. Maybe. (Haven't you got better things to do? Ed.) In the meantime, I hope you enjoy them, and if you want to tell me so you'll find me on Twitter...