“Creativity is like washing a pig. It’s messy. It has no rules. No clear beginning, middle or end. It’s kind of a pain in the ass, and when you’re done, you’re not sure if the pig is really clean or even why you were washing a pig in the first place.”
~ Luke Sullivan of magpie fame
Those rare moment when sun sets and storytelling starts …
The responsibility of being a godfather is nothing compared to the pleasure and happiness of being a part of your life.
It is said that godsons like mine not even Google can find
Dragons do not swim at Yarra Bay
One crucial resemblance to Soviet times is the newly political role of reading. Unable to protest openly, people are expressing a different kind of resistance by reading literature that is banned, discouraged, or casts an unfavorable light on the regime -- if only by comparison.
I’m very fond of your father’s son’s bridge
Being a great father is like shaving. No matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow.
Literature is all about learning to work well with uncertainty and discomfort. Lolita seduces us into a place of sympathy with a malevolent madman; the Marabar Caves are the centre of A Passage to India – something bad happened, but we never know what; or those disappearances in Picnic at Hanging Rock, which are never explained. Novels matter most when they immerse us in ambiguous stories where we can’t get comfortable. Heart of Darkness is about the vast, unspeakable “horror” of Africa after European colonisation (but we’re not explicitly told that), and the mysterious Kurtz dominates the novel but is barely seen or explained. Novels often rewrite other novels, poking fingers into the most uncomfortable parts of the original, like the South African novelist JM Coetzee’s Foe, a rewriting of Robinson Crusoe. There are books where we barely grasp what’s happening, like Finnegan’s Wake, or Tristram Shandy.