This post began to write itself a few months ago after a visit to the fish counter at my local supermarket. There wasn’t any progress for months until yesterday’s crisp and sunny Monday morning. Walking to work with the latest episode of This American Life’s, my body found warmth through the sounds, memories and feelings evoked by these stories with the beach as their common denominator. It was time to go back and write on how I feel really about fish…
Written in May 2013:
For the past few weeks, my Wednesday evenings have become a source of newfound inspiration, an outlet for my creativity (and an overdrive for my sweat glands). I decided to attend a short creative writing course in my bid to actually learn about something I have enjoyed doing for so long but have sidelined a little bit. It has been such an enjoying and yet terrifying journey so far and I’m not looking forward to it being over.
For this week’s assignment, our “teacher” tasked us to write about love. This was my most difficult endeavour so far. How do you write about something so personal and so uniquely felt and at the same time so written and spoken of without using a million of cliches? I gave this a go and it went down alright in class I guess. My fellow course mates liked the idea of the Ball so I thought I’d share it on my blog.
Last night 70-year old Sixto Rodriguez, playing a sold out gig in London, got Hammersmith Apollo on its feet, clapping and shouting I LOVE YOUs.
Between songs he delivered the following joke which he said never gets old:
Mickey and Minnie are at the office of a marriage councillor. The councillor turns to Mickey and says:
Mickey, being stupid is not reasonable grounds for divorce.
I didn’t say she’s stupid. I said she was fucking Goofy!