Saturday, April 21, 2007

Her spellbinding best seller

wanderlust
everything in the house shone as the sun streamed in through the long french windows

A perfect stranger
the garage door opened eerily, it's mouth yawning expectantly, a large dark toad about to gobble an unsespecting fly.

Now and forever
The weather was magnificent.

Star
The birds where already calling to each other in the early morning stillness of the Alexander Valley as the sun rose slowley over the hills, stretching golden fingers into a sky that within moments was almost purple.

Once in a lifetime
When it snows on christmas eve in New York, there is a kind of raucous silence, like bright colours mixed with snow.


the promise
The early morning sun streamed across their backs as they unhooked their bicycles in front of Eliot House on the Harvard campus.

full cicle
On the afternoon of Thusday, December 11th, 1941, the country was still in a daze.

No greater love
The only sound in the dining room was the ticking of the large, ornate clock on the mantelpiece, and the occasional muffled rustling of a heavy linen napkin.

Changes
'Dr Hallam..Dr Peter Hallam...Dr Hallam...Cardiac Intensive, Dr Hallam...'The voice droned on mechanically as Peter Hallam sped through the Lobby of Center City Hospital, never stopping to answer the page since the team already knew he was on his way.

Granny Dan
The box arrived on a snowy afternoon two weeks before christmas.

Thurston House
The sank sank slowley onto the hills framing the green splendour of the Napa Vally.

Bittersweet
India Taylor had her camera poised as an unruly army of nine-year-old boys ran across the playing field after another soccer ball they had been heatedly pursuing.

The disimbodied voice



Thinking about it at lunch, walking back from the Analfoni book fair, The lecture down the telephone seems to have the same twang as the audio stuff that rich played for me the other day at his house. His recordings where made by an American and man they where funny, I mean really funny. Anyway it got me thinking, I saw Sarah and Tom at the book fair and there was a good vibe there, its strange but I always seem to tell people what I am about to do!! Not what I am doing, Its always the germ of the idea, But it could be that this is what gives the idea a cold? Anyway I saw Imi at the Fair as well and agreed to meet her after work. It was great to see her and she gave me a big hug once she saw me standing there. This American idea and the tapes that rich played me, is perhaps the way to go, To call up American's? Maybe its their enthusiasm?
Something like:
Hello it's Oily Beds....
Who?
Listen do you know Marcel Duchamp?
What?
You know, the French guy, doesn't eat much,
Erm I don't think so...
yeah you do, you know him.......everyone knows him
I don't thi...
Well the thing is.......... he's dead!
Dead?
Yeah, its to bad. I mean it's to bad you never met him, he was a smart guy, Smart and funny
Who is this?
It's Oily, you know....Oily Beds
Look I rea...
I know, I know, Listen!!, I gotta keep this short okay, I haven't got much time, so just tell me what you know
about what?
Mr D
what?
The dead guy!! what can you tell me about him?
I don't know who....you are talking about?
Listen, be straight with me, you know about the readymade, Right?.....Don't tell me ya don't know about the readymade!!,
Readymade?
The work of Art without the artist to make it?
Who are you? What are you trying to sell?
Etc....
Need to get funding and set up the call center, or else finish the script and start phoning America!! Yes dummy get the book off rich, the gags book for insperation, do some work on sunday...get it on!!! yeah baby