“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’
Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”
DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)
Matters of state being what they are, the DRINKSTER's people have only just managed to advise that President's Day, the third Monday of February, was ten days back. So while our people in Oz struggle through the files trying to work out who the president actually is, we felt obliged to congratulate the two most likely candidates. Keep your buns on the cycle. Kinky and Van Dyke with Thomas Paine's dog, Scents.
"Taste is first and foremost distaste - disgust and visceral intolerance of the taste of others." PIERRE BOURDIEU
"Relishing the power concealment brings, I refuse to hide." PHILIP WHITE
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"After enough years newspapermen begin to pall on other newspapermen; they begin to take their good qualities for granted and wince at their shortcomings, of which the most common are a vanity that sometimes borders on the thespian and a sort of perpetual mental adolescence that I think stems from starting a fresh story every day or every week or month and never having time to get to the bottom of anything. They forget that newspapermen as a class have a yearning for truth as involuntary as a hophead’s addiction to junk. The question of whether the junkie really loves hop is academic; he can’t get along without it. A newspaperman may write a lie to hold his job, but he won’t believe it, and the necessity outrages him so that he craves truth all the more thereafter. A few newspapermen lie to get on in the world, but it outrages them, too, and I have never known a dishonest journalist who wasn’t patently an unhappy bastard."
A.J. Liebling,
war correspondent,
New Yorker,
January 1942.
"Take the hair", it is well written,
"of the dog by which you're bitten.
Work off one wine by his brother,
chase one poison with another".
Antiphanes, 479BC
"Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love." Shiva to Solomon, Song of Songs, which is Solomon's, ch2v5
Coda
(for Laurence Smulders
4 April 1932 - 28 June 1997)
Some go without any money,
Some go without any clothes;
Some go like ants stuck in honey,
Some go where nobody goes.
Philip White
“Ale, especially that made from barley, clogs the sinews, causes headache and congestion of the head, yet it overstimulates the action of the kidneys, and, when drunk to excess, lowers the temperature. That, however, which is brewed from wheat, and is flavoured with mint and parsley, is judged better for everybody. Still, in the case of persons exposed to the sun’s heat, in feverish conditions and sultry weather, its use is inadvisable.”
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