Compare and Contrast: Tales from the Travel Guide

London by Tube
Christopher Winn

On the pleasures/strictures of Tyburn Convent:

Tyburn Convent is one of those places that make London such a uniquely fascinating city. Here, within spitting distance of London’s heaving shopping mecca of Oxford Street, and one of London’s busiest road junctions, is another world, a haven of peace and devotion where gentle nuns glide through quiet cloisters and contemplate in silence — how different from Speaker’s Corner, just across the road, where they never shut up.

I like how the passage places silence at the centre and surrounds it with the hurly-burly of the city.

And so for day 2451
29.08.2013

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Drip Drop Frozen

I was seduced by the cover of the book, I stayed for the words.

cover - chris banks - The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory

Chris Banks
The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory
Reality Check

Trickle-
down economics has left us with dribbles

Tailored cynicism. And the shoe fits.

And so for day 2450
28.08.2013

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Video Game : Generations

Chris Banks
The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory
“All-Night Arcade”

Being in the zone. Being from the zone.

Time and space stand still for the price
of a quarter.

[…]

Nostalgia is a verdict for not living well,
which is why in my forties all night long
I sit here watching myself as a teenager
play a video game to get to the golden city
at the last level, knowing when the game
is over, neither he nor I will continue.

The poem is animated by David Okum

The animation shows age changes and hair fashion — love the 70s moustache and the 80s mohawk.

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The glasses and the grey side burns of the middle aged chap are iconic. : )

And so for day 2449
27.08.2013

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Twitter Twatter

The book is delightfully peppered with notes that replicate little yellow stickies.

One of my favourites:

A twong is like a twang but more twongy.

David Walliams
Boogie Bear
illustrated by Tony Ross

And so for day 2448
26.08.2013

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Kids Stuff

They recur like structural building blocks…

Alice Burdick
Holler

“Voices of the familiar”
[ending]

Musical notes, sings Hazel,
and Arthur says water
when he sees ducks.

“Baby wheels”
[ending]

What’s happened to you, baby?
You used to be entirely air,
and now you’re arrow,
part imbedded in a tree.

The growling group of human
family enters the house,
up and down the octaves,
breathing life and sticky handprints.

“Earl”
[whole poem]

Swimming air in,
finally, cool breath.
Connect says Hazel,
and Arther scoots to wheels.

“Generational”
[endings]

Downstairs the kids keep
the conversation up with the elders,
climbing on furniture
and throwing cars around.

And each block acts like a “signature” to mark the presence of little folk underfoot. And a call to pay attention.

And so for day 2447
25.08.2013

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Ad Hominem

This is a blunt yet subtle attack. The target is reached via a description of her take on another author’s conception. It’s a nice succinct example of an ad hominem argument.

In [Ayn] Rand’s work Nietzsche’s defence of aristocratic Übermensch reappeared as an indignant businessman grumbling about taxes.

In Seven Types of Atheism John Gray who leads us to believe that the work mirrors the creator.

And so for day 2446
24.08.2013

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Scatological Logic

This twists like the turns of an intestine. Koestler is quoting a character from one of his novels and is doing this in the context of a response to a lecture he just heard.

If I may quote from a novel which I wrote many years ago — a rude passage in which an old Frenchman says: “Tradition without change, that’s constipation; change without tradition, that’s diarrhoea.”

He goes on to ask about how best to strike a balance. But doesn’t elaborate the digestive metaphor.

p. 61
The ethics of change; a symposium. Participants: Arthur Koestler, René Dubos, Martin Meyerson, Northrop Frye. Appended: Address by John J. Deutsch. (Toronto: Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, 1969)

And so for day 2445
23.08.2013

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Sumptuous

This description immediately calls to mind a rich and unctuous guacamole.

stupendous impasto

Well it does in the context of the poem by Michele Leggott (“Deluge in a Paper Cup”) in Swimmers, Dancers

irresistible its knifepoint forever breaking the skin
the kind of thing you might find yourself propagating suddenly
in Agee jars full of water on the windowsill
wondering how to recover that stupendous impasto
or the sliced up clarities of inhabiting only the moment

I remember sprouting avocado seeds steadied by toothpicks over a water-filled mason jar. But I never did nurse a plant all the way to fruition. I rely on the greengrocer for my supply, for the moment.

And so for day 2444
22.08.2013

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What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

If you are in search of the authentic … and not to be put off by purists …

Soy sauce, an extract of soya beans, is not commonly used in India. Elsewhere, however, many Indian homes use it for cooking curries.

Laxmi Khurana
An Indian Housewife’s Recipe Book

Creative Singapore cooks have never hesitated when it comes to borrowing new ingredients. English fruity chutney sauces, Worcestershire sauce and tomato sauce were incorporated into Chinese dishes decades ago.

Djoko Wibisono and David Wong
The Food of Singapore: Authentic Recipes from the Manhattan of the East

… as a teen one of my favourites for crowning crackers was a dash of soya sauce stirred into mayonnaise … o how the tastebuds travel in time and space.

And so for day 2443
21.08.2013

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The Agon of Call and Response

I remember it from the movie as a devastating truth-telling moment but on the page it seems to fall flat. Harold’s speech to Michael in The Boys in the Band by Mart Crowley:

You are a sad and pathetic man. You’re a homosexual and you don’t want to be. But there is nothing you can do to change it. Not all your prayers to your God, not all the analysis you can buy in all the years you’ve got left to live. You may very well one day be able to know a heterosexual life if you want it desperately enough — if you pursue it with the fervor with which you annihilate — but you will always be homosexual as well. Always. Michael. Always. Until the day you die.

What sets this up is the game frame.

HAROLD

     [Calmly, coldly, clinically]

Now it is my turn. And ready or not, Michael, here goes.

     [A beat]

You are a sad and pathetic man. You’re a homosexual and you don’t want to be. But there is nothing you can do to change it. Not all your prayers to your God, not all the analysis you can buy in all the years you’ve got left to live. You may very well one day be able to know a heterosexual life if you want it desperately enough — if you pursue it with the fervor with which you annihilate — but you will always be homosexual as well. Always. Michael. Always. Until the day you die.

Ready or not – sounds like the declaration from a children’s game. But as set up earlier the stakes are high. There was an exchange of warnings between Michael and Harold in which Harold declares

     [Cooly]

Are you now? Are you warning me? Me? I’m Harold. I’m the one person you don’t warn, Michael. Because you and I are a match. And we tread very softly with each other because we both play each other’s game too well. And I play it very well. You play it very well too. But you know what, I’m the only one that’s better at it than you are. I can beat you at it. So don’t push me. I’m warning you.

Well worth noting that Michael’s reaction is to laugh. The querying of laughter is part of Harold’s entrance. Michael asks “What’s so fucking funny?” and Harold replies “Life. Life is a goddam laff-riot. You remember life.” The laughter circulates across characters and across the play’s divide of acts (Harold is laughing at the end of Act 1 and is still laughing at the beginning of Act 2 — a peculiar temporal hiatus the film cannot replicate).

Already combative from the entrance… Harold’s reply to Michael’s accusation of being late and being stoned is a model of self-acceptance (the power of his game playing).

What I am, Michael, is a thirty-two-year-old, ugly, pockmarked Jew fairy — and if it takes me a while to pull myself together and if I smoke a little grass before I can get up the nerve to show this face to the world, it’s nobody’s goddam business but my own.

     [Instant switch to chatty tone]

And how are you this evening?

That later salvo seems a little less flat given the set up. The power of self-deprecation carries through.

And so for day 2442
20.08.2013

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