Sunday, November 6, 2011

The truth about writing

...and always the cutting out and the buggering about and the buggering about and the rewriting and so on...

Basil Bunting

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

what I learnt etc part three

Flying Crooked

The butterfly, the cabbage white,
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Will never now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight,
Yet has — who knows so well as I? —
A just sense of how not to fly:
He lurches here and here by guess
And God and hope and hopelessness.
Even the aerobatic swift
Has not his flying-crooked gift.

(Robert graves)