impeached
June 30, 2010
The last eleven times I’ve searched the theatres to see a movie, the list has been shamefully bad. Even the Oxford is playing Hollywood garbage lately. What we need is a small independent theatre, on Agricola maybe. A 50-seater, like the one I saw in Budapest with a little book store and coffee shop attached. Or the Arnolfini in Bristol. Ah, to dream.
After returning from Banff, my days have consisted mainly of reading (The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs, Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee, Diary of Interrupted Days by Dragan Todorovic, Come, Thou Tortoise by Jessica Grant) and daily work on my yet-untitled novel. I’ve spoken to writers who can’t imagine working on a book that doesn’t have at least a working title, while I’m the opposite. I can’t imagine working on something under a false name (and to me, any title would feel false right now). It’s like giving a baby a temporary name until you come up with something better.
I do, however, have some favourite words, so maybe I could use one of them: Tripoli, for example, or Botticelli or melliflous. Macadamia. Circuitous. I like the word impeached.
impeached? It does sneak fruit into the political process. I like the word “antediluvian” right now. Do you think you could use that one?
I imagine someone being surgically implanted into the center of a peach. And thanks for the suggestion. I like it.
murmur