Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Paperback and Broken Rules

Paperback and Broken Rules

Paperback was a writer with ink in his pen who strayed across the lines of his white note paper to the annoyance of his literary agent . If there was a rule that could be broken, he broke it and won. He wasn’t there to please readers or agents, critics or commercial considerations. His pen split the atom of expectancy; his lifestyle cause a pregnant silence, followed by headlines in the Daily Mail . His words cleared space in the news media, and like Hurricane Bollocks , you couldn’t ignore his books even if you hated them. His books were debated in Parliament owing to a bankruptcy of decent policies. Paperback woke up early one morning as a
limousine pulled up outside his house “Fuck, it’s them Beatles ” bumbled Paperback “ I hate guitar music ”. The Beatles sat on the side of his sofa made of unsold books and belted out riffs and harmonies that could get a nun pregnant
without sex. “ If you think I’m paying to be in one of your lousy songs… ” mumble Paperback “ and don’t Dear Sir me I
don’t give a fuck if they don’t like what I write that’s
a bareface lie I tell you!
”. Just then Paperback fell into a full-flow Beatle dream the riffs cranked up harmonies to ride rainbows to….he was now ‘ Lear’ and his script was clear…..

Text by Trev Teasdel

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