Tag: Words

  • John Fowles: Mischanneling

    John Fowles on the strengths of the novel vs. the screenplay: Why have I got it in for the novel? […] All the purely visual and aural sequences in the modern novel are a bore, both to read and to write. People’s physical appearance, their movements, their sounds, places, moods of places – the camera […]

  • John Fowles: Choosing to Be a Writer

    It would, I believe, be disingenuous to hold a class without offering the unsuited persons in the assembly a chance to leave the room. To be a writer – that is, someone for whom writing is closer to being a aspect of being rather than a particular activity, demands certain distinctions. There are many personal […]

  • Creators

    Oh what a tangled web we weave when we seek to conceive Rincewind stared at him, “Who ARE you?” The man took the pencil from behind his ear and looked reflectively at the space around Rincewind. “I makes things,” he said. “What sort of things?” “What sort of things would you like?” “You’re the Creator?” […]

  • Jane Eyre, as by Irvine Welsh, by Me

    There wis no possibility ay taking a walk thit day. It were pissin wi rain thit further outdoor bummin aroond wis now oot ay the fuckin question. Ah wis glad ay it: Ah nivir liked long walks, especially in the fuckin cold: dreadful tae me wis the coming home in the raw twilight, wi frozen […]

  • On writing

    From a mail I sent a while ago: You know, I know quite a few writers who can’t write. I don’t mean people who want to write, or people who’d like to be writers. I don’t mean those that just think they are, or are willing but unable. (That ten to the dozen.) I mean, […]

  • Alliteration: Boring, Conceited (Delightfully Entertaining)

    I started doing this before I realised how fun it was. I shall do it better next time: Am I an author, actor, artist? Apathetic alphabet acrobat? Better bloody believe it, buddy. But I bet I’d bore, braying banally, so I best belie blemished beliefs by being bitingly blithe, to be blasé. Crafting cool or […]

  • A Dream Within a Dream

    Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? […]

  • Icelandic Proverb

    Vin sínum skal maður vinur vera, þeim og þess vin. En óvinar síns skyli engi maður vinar vinur vera. To his friend a man a friend shall prove, To him and the friend of his friend; But never a man shall friendship make With one of his foeman’s friends.