“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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19 May 2012

TYPEWRITER SKULL BY JEREMY MAYER

Perfect way for an old word piano to decay ... I found this on the delicious Boing Boing ... Mark Shield woulda loved one ... due for a drink, poor bastard, but it runs everywhere

2 comments:

steve said...

The 'Underwood-Terminator'

Philip White said...

Aha! My last manual typewriter was an Underwood Touchmaster 5! On the large carriage was a Dymotape reminder which I read every time it ticked past. It was, of course, a Bukowski quote: "every time you leave your typewriter you leave your machinegun and the rats come pouring through."