Thursday, May 31, 2007

Copy writing, meadow and writer.

1. One of the trade journals that we get at work has been offering some decorative jars. Previous issues had blurry pictures -- it's one of those magazines that manage that make pictures look like dead people. This month, however, they've changed tactics. The jars are described without pictures, and suddenly they sound lovely: 'Viper lozenge jars -- replicas of a jar inscribed "T DE CARABE", an abbreviation of the Latin for viper lozenges, coral lozenges and extract of Peruvian bark, decorated in blue with Apollo and two peacock.'

2. A meadow garden full of scarlet poppies, blue cornflowers and yellow daisies. I am so absorbed by it that I walk into the aromatic cupressus hedge of the next garden along.

3. Listening to Sarah Salway reading from her new book of short stories. I always imagine that listening to a writer reading their own work will reveal all sorts of secrets about the story. Later, I buy the special edition of the book -- it's a slim scarlet hardback, and I am drawn to it immediately. The normal edition is cheaper, but I read and re-read short stories, so it's worth getting the hardback, particularly one that will give me a lot of pleasure.


  1. Read your posting in TCFIL. LOL. I still look an animals and wonder why I haven't transformed into one yet. But I know one of my future lives will be as a Canadian Goose!

    I also remember sitting in Kindergarten, ignoring the teacher reading a Raggedy Ann story (how boring), looking up at the tiled ceiling and asking myself, "Why are we HERE?" in the cosmic sense.

  2. Your aunt's cakes are INCREDIBLE! I wish I could order one to Canada! Talented family!

  3. Sorry, just laughing at the picture in my head of you in a hedge.


Comment Moderation is switched on: don't be alarmed if your comment doesn't appear right away.