“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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23 December 2016

SILENT MITE FOR EXMESS BY GEORGE

at which point I must thank my beloved cobber George Grainger Aldridge for his incredible artwork through another weird year ... we're bottom feeders ... nil budget poets, publishers, painters and pisspots on range country ... hardly afford the ink ... but on country us whiteys simply stole from the original Australians in the last coupla very brief and brutal centuries ... you get this blog stuff for free in exchange for us being wild independent respectful inherently invading zonkoes ... we both thank those friends who keep an eye on us, those who forgive us, and those who bring us eggs and fish ... as far as we can get it we go soft and gentle and always learning ... George paints outside in the Flinders or lives itinerant in his tiny Sugziorgzki van ... best warm from all of us, dear brother, with full-bore reconstructive blessings from this edge to yourn. Do call by!!!

photo Philip White

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