Friday, 26 October 2007
And so it begins
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
Rarely have I suffered the anxiety of the blank page. Move the pen or press the keys and make a mark on the page. It doesn't have to be the right mark. Just sully the purity and have done with it. Or not. The line above is from Samuel Beckett's 'Malone Dies'. It's better than any opening line I could ever write so there you go. A mark on the page. Eloquent. Profound. Or plain old miserable. The virginity is stolen. This blog is officially open.
Rarely have I suffered the anxiety of the blank page. Move the pen or press the keys and make a mark on the page. It doesn't have to be the right mark. Just sully the purity and have done with it. Or not. The line above is from Samuel Beckett's 'Malone Dies'. It's better than any opening line I could ever write so there you go. A mark on the page. Eloquent. Profound. Or plain old miserable. The virginity is stolen. This blog is officially open.
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