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Archive for November 6, 2006
You got To Pick A Pocket Or Two – Distraction and Writing
You Got to Pick a Pocket or Two – Distraction and Writing
The thing is, as writers we are con-persons (p.c. or what D.B.r’s?) We distract the reader with action, plot and in the meantime persuade them to a point of view.
Magic really, comedy.
In poetry we are no different – distract – persuade.
Hudson exists, Hudson doesn’t exist.
Dead Beat lives, Dead Beat is dead.
Learn the art and craft of distraction. “You got to pick a pocket or two boys, you got to pick a pocket or two.”
The Shameful Plot – Saddam Hussein
Dead Beat as you know rejects the Glitteratti. So in theory the coverage of Saddam Hussein’s trial is not a subject for D. B,’s concern. Yet not so, Dead Beat is foaming at the mouth. Listen to this: “The problem really is that this tribunal has not shown itself to be fair and impartial — not only by international standards, but by Iraqi standards,” Chandra Muzaffar, president of the Malaysian-based International Movement for a Just World, also voiced concerns that Saddam’s trial “violated many established norms of international jurisprudence.” In truth, I think Saddam Hussein was most probably a horrific individual. However we know as writers we have to get at the truth. The trial of Saddam Hussein was a pre-write, not even a first draft. We knew what we wanted to say before we said it. If we settle for this, we know nothing, we learn nothing and on it goes. Writing seeks a far more important element, it seeks the truth. Nothing was learned here. No one sought to learn anything, it appears. Execute the executioner. As humans we are none the wiser, as humans we are closer to death. Shame.
