Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Remember .those quiet evenings
That’s supposed to be a writing prompt, or something to barge through writer’s block, courtesy of Brian Eno via Ms Catherine Deveny.
But you can’t give the punctuation person something like that!
Remember space space space full stop those quiet evenings
It makes me furrow my brow, question whether the punctuation is intentional – does it mean something? Or is it just really poor copy editing?
The judgmental punctuation person in me says the latter. I internally scream, “What? No! Wrong! Ugh, idiots!”
There will be no quiet evenings with punctuation like this.
But, But. Somehow, there is something quiet about looking at those words, and that punctuation, typed across the middle of the white card, that softly does remind me of quiet evenings with my lover, in front of a fire. Him playing his guitar. Pouring another glass of wine. Me leaning back in the dining chair, titling my head to one side, smiling.
Perhaps I’m misremembering those evenings, because mostly my lover would play his electric guitar, badly, and he can talk the legs off a chair. The evenings were rarely, in fact, quiet.
But still, it does bring to mind evenings in the country, punctuated by music, by good red wine, by the flicker of flames, and by being loved.
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