My Common Place Book: A sneak Peak

For my fav. bachelor

True romance comes unscheduled, unruly, “a madness most discreet,”. Over time, it ripens into devotion, still it improvises,[;] a favour rendered, a sudden kiss, a private joke, flowers for no reason. Its expression is the very opposite of the fretful…

                           Nancy Gibbs (Time Magazine)

 

For my girl Carol. And Sebastian.

A considerable amount of destructive anarchy is indispensable to production. Premature tyding up kills creativity. All children are geniuses until they go to school and learn to read and write, or so many people feel.  The artist has to live in messy circumstances in order to keep his senses in play. Tidiness belongs to only one sense, the sense of sight,

          Marshall McLuhan (RIP)- the grandfather of journalism and my new best friend.

 

For Tumwi, Baz, Phantom and Angelo I.

The press has to have hot quotes and sharp points of view. Real news is bad news. Since the press lives on advertising and all advertising is good news, it takes a lot of bad news to sell all this good news. Even the good news of the gospel can only be sold by hellfire.

      Marshall McLuhan

 

For Myself. …okay; and Antipop

…because ( ) discovered long ago that the secrets of  great stories is that they have no secrets. Great stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They dont surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You knw how they end, yet you listen as though you dont. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you wont.   In the great stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesnt. And yet you want to know again… that is their mystery and their magic

                   Arundhati Roy  (in her novel The God of Small Things)

 

I read this novel, The God of Small Things, and for the first time in my reading life—fabulous life—i could swear i had met the person who might  just be my sister. a sister from a different womb, of a different egg. but my sister nonetheless. I would read and re-read a paragraph, just so i could savour it to the core.

Arundhati Roy is a beautiful woman, a beautiful soul and a beautiful writer, if i should use this book to say that i know her, which i already feel like i do. Some people might not like her style, maybe. but i think she re-affirms that doing something that has been done so many times before, by geniuses, in your own way, is not such a terrible thing. that it is a great thing actually

Reading The God of Small Things was lot like listening to a Corrine Bailey Ray CD- for me.  The two women who (now) truly inspire me… To not be more like them, but more like myself. 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. antipop says:

    i read on all the while bitchin that i hav not been included, only to find that u do the save the best for last kind of thing… altho for future refs, i’d like to come first. beautiful quotes. when do i get to borrow the book?
    plus why is this post dark beyond dark? could not read a thing until i highlit

  2. Phoebe says:

    quit bitching woman.

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