“There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.”
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
The great artist in the sky is poised, pencil in hand, en train de dessiner.
He is drawing me.
Imagine the cartoon me. I’m sketchy and one-dimensional at present. I sit on a park bench along the Thames in the shade of a great plane tree. Millions of bottoms before me have sat on this very bench. Seagulls fly and cry high above me. Ducks drift past on the tide. I sit. I stare. Continue reading Lacking the creative juices
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