You were the one for skylights, I opposed Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed, Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof Effect. I liked the snuff-dry feeling, The perfect, trunk-lid fit of the old ceiling. Under there, it was all hutch and hatch. The blue slates kept the heat like midnight […]
Wer nicht mehr liebt und nicht mehr irrt,
der lasse sich begraben.
If you no longer love and no longer err,
best let yourself be buried.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Sit at your desk for three hours each morning. Don't allow yourself to read, answer phone calls, tidy up, or anything else. You sit there. If you are not writing, you still sit there.
Eventually, you will write.
He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
A thoughful – and terrifying – take on the new era. How are artists, musicians and writers reacting to this new reality? Some responses here: Generation Anthropocene: How humans have altered the planet for ever
Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities.
Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
La plus belle ruse du diable, c'est de faire croire qu'il n'existe pas
The finest trick of the devil is to persuade you that he does not exist
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved.
You ever notice that trees do everything to get attention we do, except walk?
Alice Walker – The Color Purple
Seriefest 2016 is on Saturday 2 April and Sunday 3 April at Malmö Main Library. Here’s my interview (in Swedish). Come along and join in the fun!