Sunday, 14 September 2008

Is there some kinda ghost haunting the house of human languages such that they sometimes bump together in unguarded moments (as the song has it)?
Depuis longtemps ...

Oh, OK, better not to go there, we could be around for 13 volumes or so.
Let's try again.

For ages I just loved writing and drawing with this:

It somehow spurred me on to a kind of calligraphy.
The kind you can just-about manage after the arthritis has kicked in.
I.e., shithouse.
Desperate when it ran out of ink, I put out an APB to see if anyone could find a replacement.
Nothing doing.

But my sinophilic Norwegian Aunt did notice a certain visual pun happening.
It looks like a bee, and "bi" (with a little curve over the "i") -- 笔 -- turns out to be the Chinese word for "pen".
Ghosts?

Sledge