reader as wanker
Scottie Bowman (bowman@mail.indigo.ie)
Sat, 12 Sep 1998 18:46:47 +0000
`...I've written dozens of crappy stories and poems that no one
has ever read, and to me those stories are dead. They have not
been given life by the reader, so they just end up being words
without meaning...'
This sounds like a cry from the heart. Lomanno must not give up
hope. I found his text profoundly moving & evocative.
As I read, almost immediately there appeared before my mind's
eye - a bed. A big, warm, cosy bed in which a man might go to
sleep. Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care. Balm of
hurt minds, great nature's second course. And if a bed why not
a girl to share that sleep ? A lovely big juicy girl with bouncy
hair & inviting lips & with a fund of government anecdotes.
Or a jolly sun-kissed girl from the outback with a penchant
for literary theory .....
So it went. A rather more engaging piece of writing than any
of old Jerome's agonisings. I look forward the next installment
with eagerness.
Scottie B.