Questions Game

Actually I don't.An unhappy person must convey something of their unhappiness in their productions and I advise steering clear of all of it.I don't think an unhappy person could ever get close to something like Salammbo or Tropic of Cancer.Rabelais and Boccacio were obviously happy people as was Ovid.They all think Proust was unhappy.My goodness that is ridiculous.Nancy Mitford was happy when a young lady.Two others to mention are Stendahl and Rider Haggard.There was little those guys couldn't laugh at. or others of course.Frank Harris say.
A writer needs to learn to use his tools first and then he can wait for the muse to strike.If the tools are sharpened and oiled the people with them are content to wait for the moment.It's a bit tricky.

Do you dig my drift?

Yes, I get it. As I said before, talent is very much needed,
regardless of what frame of mind a writer is in. Nevertheless,
many writers have lived unusual lives, sometimes in excess,
sometimes at the edge of their existence. Not only writers,
artists as well.

What inspires you?

That might unbalance your natural modesty.

But never think you can write unless the tools are in good order.There's no chance.One of these days if I live long enough my tools might become as well maintained as those of the guys (one gal) I mentioned.I read a lot of comics in my younger days like Andy Warhol did.

Well Cal it is 1.31 CJT and you know what that means.Back about 3.35.

Have fun at the pub.

Is reading comics a precursor for something great?

It produces an interest in words and pictures which,if long continued,runs right through to the best adult guysThey provide a view of life in which heroes are heroes and heroines are heroines and everybody else is one of those pots people used to keep under the bed for nocturnal emergencies.A poor writer would have done that last bit in two words.We have adult comics here and they are in the grand tradition.The change to adulthood comes,if it ever comes,when the heroes and heroines are ridiculed in the nicest possible way.

I will now depart.I need some male company.A man can get like Rudolf Valentino if he spends too much time in female company and that would never do.Assuming he wasn't having a laugh.Which you can't.

Oh, you're still here. Now I can see your affinity with
Salammbo - the heroine of your adulthood. It is an extension
of your childhood comics, only better.
Yes, yes, I can year you screaming already: "How can you
compare Flaubert to comics?" You just emerged into
the appreciation of Flaubert through comics. Better?

Oho, you're afraid of becoming a sissy, if you don't
have your daily trips to the pub?

Note quite my luuffely leetle cheekin'.

I have not the slightest fear of that.

You can compare Flaubert to comics.Of course you can.It is just that the transcendence the comics achieved requires greater skill to bring off when one meets up with the real thing.As one does.

My daily trips to the pub are a sort of therapy.They take me into that world where one never knows what might happen next.

Where was I before I slipped out?

I don't remember. Oh therapy is this called now. I guess pubs
are quite different in England than here.

Any revelation within the pub scene?

There are always those for anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear.Humans being endlessly fascinating.

A rather large chap tonight lit up what looked like a cigarette in close enough proximity to the bar to arouse the ire of the landlord.It turned out,after a heated dispute,that the cigarette was not a cigarette but a tobacco and nicotine free remedy purchased from a health shop for some terrible condition the large chap claimed to be suffering from.I asked permission for a trial puff,no pun intended,and I would rather obey the landlord's rules than ever risk trying another.I left them to it as I couldn't wait to see what was next on the questions thread.

What was next on the questions thread?

Ah the suspense, how nice. You still haven't answered
one of my questions:

What inspires you?

I don't really know.Well-I know it when I see it but I don't care to put it in display cabinets and stick labels on it.

I was inspired just now to trot off to bed and hope to dream of being an injured duck in a pond in California.


Is that the sort of thing you mean?

Hahaha, that would be a challenge. Unfortunately, the pond
I live close to now, doesn't have any ducks - the coyotes
took care of that.

It's bedtime already?

Depends a bit on the action.I am a little weary due to certain concatenations of circumstances associated with a horse race which took place today and a number of other things.

Aren't coyotes dangerous?

You mean where the action takes place
Yes, coyotes are dangerous to little animals, that's why
we have to watch our sweet dog very carfully. They're
afraid of people however. I live in the hills of the city and underneath is a canyon with all kinds of wildlife.

Do you live in a city or rather small town?

No.

I live in regions behind the sun where futures are being created.

Gee I love that.It's out of Salammbo.I strangled it a bit but still it has the essentials.

Could you not slip me the answer to the picture quiz?

Flaubert had "new futures" I think which is a mistake if he had.

I still can't get over my shoreline sand line not meeting with your approval.

Were you really unimpressed?

"Where futures are being created" could also be a maternity ward

why don't you go to google images and look for the picture?
Finding it on your own is so much more rewarding.

Not up for the challenge?

shores, sand and whatever comes with it, is rather
ordinary to me (living close by shore and sand).

It doesn't seem artistic enough for me but I am willing to be educated.I know I don't know all that much.

You don't mind if I slip away.

I saw a shooting star tonight
Slip away.

Tomorrow?

So has everyone a different preference for games
Good night sleep well. Yes tomorrow.

Do you go to church on Sundays?