“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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03 July 2015

SAS AND COLIN CHRISTIAN: ART OF DINING

Every modern home and tasting cellar will need exceptional resin sculptures of nuts things about human mouths and the nightmares of all those of us who dream every night that teeth will grow from within us and devour us and everyone else. Like rest your tired forehead on your beloved's breast? Not with this ivory action. Listen to you chew. Ewp. No fanks. But without these meditations we may never ask ourselves what will happen next and therefore never prepare for fucking anything. Check and buy the skrilliant works of Sas and Colin Christian. That's their image of their own Open Mind, above. Kick 'em along: make more, better, sticky ... I know how this feels: The tongue withdraws suddenly like a lizard's and surprises one's companions with its energetic lickings and emergences through the several holes in the head. If perchance these grow shut and heal like sunspots, it will force its way through anew, following a fresh impulse and a sudden surging growth of teeth. 

Please keep your calcium up, and try not to stare. We are normal.

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