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Posts tagged "work spaces"
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 02, 2014
From John Wray’s NYTimes profile:
Cave now lives in Brighton, England, with his wife and twin 14-year-old sons, in a residence that would have seemed, for a number of reasons, inconceivable to the scarecrow-haired punk he was back in Berlin. When I met him this winter, he was renting a modest office a short walk from his house, keeping regular office hours like a bona fide salaryman. (“I used to go six days a week, till I couldn’t stand it anymore,” Cave said with a grin. “Now I go Sundays as well.”)
Apart from a small upright piano off to one side, a microphone stand and a haphazard-looking collection of photos and pages torn from magazines pinned to the wall, the room itself could have passed for the office of a determinedly anachronistic clerk: a good-size desk, a manual typewriter and a well-used bottle of whiteout. His work ethic has long been legendary. While writing one of his best-known songs, “Red Right Hand,” from the 1994 album “Let Love In,” Cave filled an entire notebook with descriptions of the imaginary town the song was set in, including maps and sketches of prominent buildings, virtually none of which made it into the lyrics. “It’s good to have a place to go and just write,” Cave told me in Brighton. “I haven’t always had that luxury.”
Emphasis mine. Photo is a still from Cave’s new documentary, 20,000 Days On Earth.
Filed under: Nick Cave
Feb 21, 2014
Maybe you want your back against the wall. Gunslinger style. Nothing can sneak up on you except your own bad sentences. Try it.
Feb 13, 2014
Sep 03, 2013
Ralph Steadman drawing and playing ukulele in his studio in Kent
Amazing video of one of my very favorite artists.
People have said, “Oh, I thought you’d be a nasty piece of work because you’re so dark and trenchant,” and I say, “No I’m not! I’ve got rid of it — it’s all on paper!”
There’s no such thing as a mistake. A mistake is only an opportunity to do something else.
I never went out of my way to invent a style. I haven’t got a style — I just draw and it’s that way.
Basically who I want to be when I grow up…
Aug 17, 2013
May 04, 2013
Feb 28, 2013
Jill Krementz, The Writer’s Desk
I am a workspace voyeur — especially writer’s workspaces. My bible here is Jill Krementz’s The Writer’s Desk, a collection of wonderfully evocative photographs of, well, writer’s desks. In the introduction, John Updike writes, “I look at these photographs with a prurient interest, the way that I might look at the beds of notorious courtesans. Except that the beds would tell me less than these desks do. Here the intimacy of the literary act is caught in flagrante delicto: at these desks characters are spawned, plots are spun, imaginative distances are spanned.”
Filed under: my reading year 2013
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 05, 2013
Every page of both versions of A Humument has been done in a kitchen.
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