There’s a realism problem, we all know that. TV is real! some people think. And where does that leave reality? Everyone must have, everyone demands their vivid personalities, their personal soap opera, street theatre, everyone must have some art in their lives … Our lives, they harbour form, artistic shape, and we want our form revealed even... - http://blogut.tumblr.com/post...
Sometimes, when the sky is as grey as this - impeccably grey, a denial, really, of the very concept of colour - and the stooped millions lift their heads, it’s hard to tell the air from the impurities in our human eyes, as if the sinking climbing paisley curlicues of grit were part of the element itself, rain, spores, tears, film, dirt. Perhaps,... - http://blogut.tumblr.com/post...
She smiled, rawly, savagely - not a grown-up smile. A tomboy smile. She had easy access to the girl inside her. The girl was always available. - http://blogut.tumblr.com/post...
They also said enjoy your meal and have a nice day and you’re welcome the whole time. People think that’s a natural American foible, a natural winsomeness. Don’t they understand? It’s just company policy. They’re trained to say it. They’re programmed. It’s all money. God I can’t wait to leave this moneyworld. - http://blogut.tumblr.com/post...