No.12
Quite some week we've had. I'm still in shock after what the UK has done to itself, still confused and angry and dismayed at how we've ended up here. I can only conclude that we are not at all the civilised species we claim to be—I think as a planet we must still have no idea what we're doing, how to manage our millions of people, millions of paper money, millions of opinions about nothing in particular. The world is most definitely not at rights. My confusion will reign on for quite sometime I expect, so we should probably continue with everything else as normal. Vamos!
THINGS THAT HAPPENED ON THE BLOG THIS WEEK:
A sonnet that I stumbled across and was struck by (thank you all Florentine poets for writing so beautifully). And a quote about light.
BRIEF INTERLUDE:
I feel a bit like this piece by Ralph Balson, 'Painting no 9'.
BOOK-RELATED NEWS:
I still cannot quite believe this is going to happen. It seems more relevant than ever; this important yearning for language and different cultures.
To discover people and words that are not your own, that is a great privilege. We should not forget, however difficult, what is important—one of those things being reading into the unknown.
I'm thrilled that this book has turned out so well, and am very, very excited for the day when it sits in little orderly piles in bookstores all over the US and the UK.
THINGS NOBODY ELSE HAS SEEN:
1. You guys get to see my next quote before anyone else (also observe this Jean-Paul Sartre reference in a famous Monty Python sketch to keep things a little bit lighthearted, I didn't laugh but there is still hope for you).
2. I wrote a short story with a new pen.
The end.
I hope that things will sort themselves out, I really do. For now though, I'm going to tend to my slightly-broken cat, put clothes on a washing line to soak in the sun, and take something for this headache. Normality prevails once more.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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