Archive for the ‘writing’ Tag
Hunter Wears Chuck Taylors
There’s a star-studded brochure of laments in the new Hunter S. Thompson biopic:
‘What could he contribute if he was still alive now? What would he make of it all?’
Looking at the last footage in the film, I picture him at a typewriter. Still. Bristling against that machine and gnashing at deadlines with a thousand news wires jacked into his hollowed sinews.
Always at a typewriter. Until the confrontation turns ugly – and the machine makes a window exit.
Thompson battles the typewriter to earn his spoils of the phony war. With each clack in the film’s audio, you hear intent.
How could this crank-guzzling dope fiend settle down to a night on the MacBook, or even MacBook Pro? These are the motherboards of therapy, swelling the gentle waves of comfort and adulation (yes – this went viral):
As sensitive psychopaths go he could relax. He seemed at home in shorts and Converse All-Stars. But could he be that minimal mellow on the job, at his desk, writing?
When you work on a typewriter it’s no collaboration. You need to know what you want before you sit down. Then say it, and say it without compromise.
I’m not convinced Thompson would write much now if he hadn’t put a bullet in his head.
He grew obsessed with his celebrity status, from the accounts in the film. He could be happy to chew on fat endorsements while an iPod shuffles the best shards of a shattered, glorious past.
Converse co-opted Hunter S. Thompson this year. He’d already lost his war. He was not in a position to negotiate.
Incidentals on Being Back Home
But what’s beneath the well-upholstered face of Cheshire?
One porcupine (hedgehog?). Dead. Roadkill. Did not puncture car tyre? Cartoons may be inaccurate.
Small boy said “thank you”. I stepped to curb to let him pass on scooter. Astonishment.
OUTRAGE. Coca-Cola at £1.15 per bottle? Emo cashier speechless when I handed him £1 coin. Although that may just be his “look”.
Best tombstone in graveyard? For couple who died two centuries ago. Their dates don’t match. But thoroughly modern stonework. Pimp my ancestry?
NORTHERN MEN. Cropped hair. Blunt tone. Constant threat of warmth. Tends to strike around the sixth pint.
Leather-skinned hags with silver bags. Jackets to match. What’s the catch? Internal organs. Poisoned by cocktails and bile.
So what’s the punchline, and can I get it with chips? There’s no conclusion to this miscellany. But I re-read T.E. Hulme’s Notes on Language and Style this weekend. And he was responsible for how I saw these incidentals.
All emotion depends on real solid vision or sound. It is physical.
A man cannot write without seeing at the same time a visual signification before his eyes. It is the image which precedes the writing and makes it firm.
Writing for Play Time
Meant to share this a long time ago but I foolishly moved flat and left my internet behind.
I’ve been writing for a microsite all day and trying to get system language out of my head. Because it’s not how people speak, and it can take the fun out of playing with a website.
This is a slideshow by Erika Hall, co-founder of Mule Design Studio (via PSFK).
I think she hits several nails on their different shaped heads. Think of the websites you enjoy visiting most. You don’t even notice the interface language – it’s all part of the place’s personality. You’re playing, and you’re in conversation.
When it feels like a machine’s barking at you, you know you’re in the wrong place. And chances are you’ll leave pretty quickly. So the writer’s challenge? Help people play better.
Mystery on Isle of Dogs
There were suspiciously few dogs on the so-called “Isle of Dogs” last weekend. And I only hope to dear God my camera read this wrong.
Must have blinked and missed a word. Either way, there are absent pieces in this sordid puzzle.
Meanwhile downtown, a White Horse has gone missing. He left this eloquent note to explain his absence:
Phew. No need to fear animal disposal this time. “Kick up the arse” sounds horsey enough to me, too. It can’t be some shadow-written sham.
Two valuable lessons in animal conversation.
1. You’ve got to watch which words you miss out. Or you’ll be misread between the lines.
2. It’s best to be clear and direct. Especially if you’ve got nothing to hide and something relevant to say.
Previously: talking to chihuahuas. Seriously: Chris Wilson’s Human Talk. Sincerely: responses to bad, automated humanspeak.