Highbrow But No Higher
December 22, 2008
I like Clive James. I like his erudite earthiness, his intellectual foilplay with people I admire and respect.
I imagine we would get along if we ever bumped into each other. We’d trade a few laughs, he’d have heard of my site, and we’d be on our separate ways like passing quips in the night.
I like getting his writing, because there’s not work to the reward, and yet no guilt either. His site is good and I dare say I paruse and frequent it. Until any of it goes over my head, and then I just think: “twat”.
Today there was new piece up there waxing (in a way that would make a Brazilian blush) about Hammershøi.
I seriously wondered if it was the in-house ballet troupe for the Labatt’s Apollo.
Pretentious fucker.
Listen – Everything’s Gonna Be Cool This Christmas by Eels
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I wish they would pipe that out at the supermarket instead of the foetid nonsense that spews forth without due regard for sanity. You wouldn’t think everything was going to be cool the way the meedja tries to scare us, but if I heard this song another few times I could skip through the crowds.
P.S. I love Clive James too, but in a parsnip sort of way – an acquired taste you don’t fully understand but it seems to be good for you. He writes very well when he does his monologues on Radio 4, but very often I look at a good writer’s writing with an envious glint in my eye and just have to realise that it’s not the writing; I just don’t think like they do. I just don’t think like you do, either, which makes it all the more enjoyable to read that writing because I suppose you don’t know what to expect.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.