“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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01 February 2009

GREAT WINE BLOGS OF THE MILKY WHEY




















CLICK ON THE BLANK BUDDHA TO DISCOVER THE BLOG OF WANDERING MALE HUMAN JEFF MARTIN, WHO, IN TIBET TO WORK ON HIS THANGKA, HAS OBVIOUSLY DISCOVERED THE POWERS AUSTRALIAN WINE CAN EXERT OVER VAGRANT ENGLISH WOMEN. DRINKSTER IMMEDIATELY NOMINATES HIM FOR AN AUSTRALIAN WINE AND BRANDY CORPORATION EXPORT INITIATIVE SCHOLARSHIP.

Coming To Know The English Ladies

Jeff Unloads His Full Thangka

OBJECTS FOUND by PHILIP WHITE

Obviously kharmically driven, DRINKSTER's trusty browser on the new morning of this Lord's Day delivered the following delicious morsel from the digital ether.

It's the reportage of Jeff Martin, who explains the hole he makes in the air thus: "In search of a new path, a 40-something with no previous art training heads to Kathmandu to study thangka at a Tibetan art school. Along the way he meets people, reads books, listens to music, meditates, and writes about it here. What a life."

Indeed. Sounds like Jeff's got both hands clapping. Let him tell us more:

"You know how your body feels", he writes, "when you've had a bit too much to drink, a feeling of warm, embracing numbness? I was feeling that way last night as I lay in bed waiting for sleep. But then something quite unusual occurred, flashes of more intense bodily sensations, the kind I normally get while meditating. It seems that meditative state, as a result of regular practice, is beginning to leak out, or to spill over, into more and more of my life.

"Last night I had a farewell dinner with a couple of English ladies who've been hanging around here for the past six weeks and who over the course of that time I've come to know a little better. I brought along a bag full of goodies, cashews and apples, Iranian pistachios, yak cheese and biscuits, Swiss chocolate and two bottles of Australian wine. Other residents of the guest house stopped by to say hello, to share a drink and perhaps a laugh. It was a wonderful evening, though a not so terribly wonderful morning. I wasn't hungover, but neither was I feeling like my normal self, either. My first day of painting under such conditions, too. Saturday, January 31, 2009 (First Thangka, Day 25).

Keep a close watch as Jeff's thangka leaks out over the following days!

Just in reflection, Jeff's physical incentives seem heap big wampum in the matter of the attempted attraction of two English lasses, even in impoverished Tibet.

In comparison, the wily John Batman bought the whole site of Melbourne for some tomahawks, knives, scissors, flour and handkerchiefs, and there's nearly two million women in Melbourne now.

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