Occasionally I watch this book review show on C-SPAN.
Authors come on, talk about their newest books and take questions.
I watched an interview with Christopher Buckley this weekend.
He used a metaphor about nitrous, "It's like XYZ on nitrous oxide..."
I don't recall what XYZ was.
Sometimes that's all it takes to put brain in gear. Good, Bad or Indifferent I scribble these things down in the black book or, now the brown book. Mostly that's where they stay...
"You can't write of nitrous oxide. You can't even speak to nitrous unless you have experienced life on nitrous.
Life is full of fits and fitful starts. You can't asses them or appreciate them or understand them... and you most certainly cannot score them... until you've launched upon them for yourself.
Most starts are uneventful, ubiquitous, even boring.
Some, howling beasts of erotic erectus-perfectum. Pistons screaming in joyous celebration. Four horn symphonies in cacophonous harmony. They leave long, short lived marks on the highway and long lived sign posts on the roads we travel.
You must notice, I do not speak to nitrous. After four and one half decades, I've yet to crack the valve on the big blue bottle.
After all of these years and fits and starts... I still grope and grasp about in a monochromatic fog... seeking out the valve."
- ▼ September (7)