Graham Higgins Illustration - Literate Graffiti Dept.


June 28, 2013

Here again… 28-6-13

You’re wondering why this opening shot has me framed in profile, peering at the monitor. Here in close-up, the reflection of the screen in my reading glasses barely hints at the time it took the camera and lighting technician to capture this hem-hem iconic image of the writer at his work.
If you’ve ever watched me at the writing, you’ll know that I never look as real writers do, at the emerging paragraphs scrolling up the screen because I’m a slow two-fingered typer – I can’t even dignify this with the description typ-ist – with a bad memory for where the J-key is, for example. Even with full-beam concentration on the keys I still end up with those little red underlines that caution me against overco9nfidence [see? Like that].
I’ve recently come to the end of a low-level Counselling course where my written assignments would have been littered with references to ‘copunselling’ had it not been for my helpful, tetchy spellchecker. Given the range of misunderstandings that can pop up in counselling scenarios, co-punselling began to look like a useful coinage.
OK, where was I? Ah yes, in chiaroscuro, concentrating on the monitor and yes your ears do not deceive you, the soundtrack is a very discreet electronic drone from the music library. You will have gathered that I’m not simply sitting here hoping that words with a J in them don’t crop up too often; that the doc. in question isn’t a shopping-list or one of the many replies to correspondence I’ve put off because it would seem rude not to answer until I had time to do it with proper thought. No – here it comes – I’m not merely typing with comical sloth, I’m… Going On A Journey.
Oh yus, that’s what we do now. There was a time when we could make do with considering, or investigating. Now we go on journeys. If you’re lucky enough to have been given a production budget you may even have the chance to do a real journey [cue shot of same profile gazing thoughtfully out of the window of relevant transport while the script hints at deeper currents of apprehension].
I’m going on a nostalgic journey to visit my blog. One of the early discoveries when I first made that experiment in digital graffiti was that where there’s a blog there is spam: great mounds of enthusiastic non-specific robotised responses to my learned and influential pensées.

“This post is genuinely a fastidious one it helps new internet people, who are wishing for blogging.”

“I not to mention my friends were reviewing the nice guidelines located on your site and before long came up with a horrible feeling I had not thanked the web site owner for those strategies. These boys appeared to be very interested to study them and have in effect certainly been using these things. Appreciate your getting indeed helpful and for picking out this sort of superb subject areas millions of individuals are really eager to discover. My sincere apologies for not expressing gratitude to you earlier.”

And needless to say, fastidious it is that I too reciprocate such grateful mentioning of my superb subject area. Hello, the eager millions!
I’ve left the field fallow for so long now that I anticipate long hours with my Augean Stable-o-mat pressure-hose clearing the accumulated dross when I revisit the ol’ domain on my – remember? – Journey.
Ah yes… the ‘hope to find’ paragraph. I’m hoping to find… don’t know really… expecting to find the old on-line allotment overgrown with verbiage.
Join me now as I, duh, stop procrastinating and go to find out what’s been happening in the target-zone while I was away doing Real Life.

  1. Oh, so you are still alive in there somewhere? Good. Welcome back. I was wondering, reluctantly, whether I should remove the link from my blog – one of many out of date links – but not wanting to. And up you pop.
    Typing, ah yes. My favourite excuse for watching the keys not the words is simple (apart from the fact that I have to, being unable to learn to touchtype for very boring reasons): The spelling is written on the keys and the particles of inspiration come up from the cracks between them.
    Happy travelling on your journey. Any chance of a lift?

    Comment by Sue Jones — June 29, 2013 @ 8:03 am
  2. Thanx, Sue. Maybe my reticence about writing would be a good topic for er, my next bit of writing. Did you catch the Neil Gaiman/ Mariella Frostrup interview on Beeb4 (still on iPlayer as I write this)? Now there’s a writer-to-the core. I’ve been intending to get the spectacles-wipes into the grubby interstices of my keyboard but bearing in mind your latest apercu, maybe I should see the grime as compost.

    Comment by pencilworks — June 29, 2013 @ 9:53 am
  3. What a nice surprise to receive this in my inbox as opposed to ‘Hotels at special discounts!’ and ‘You liked X, you might also be interested in Y’ There’s only so much of this one can take before the inbox becomes a no go area.

    It will be fun to read more from you as your journey unfolds, and I look forward to it. Special filters reset… three, two, one, GO!

    Comment by MEG — June 29, 2013 @ 11:24 am
  4. Gosh, thank you! I do – or did – often wonder what I’m doing this for; possibly for some social history student a couple of decades hence to chuckle over. I recently looked up Furniture’s “Brilliant Mind” on YouTube and remembered how achingly Modern the 80’s seemed and how quaint it all looks now. Ah well, thank you again. You give me a tenuous reason to persist in the graffiti-wall!

    Comment by pencilworks — June 29, 2013 @ 11:45 am

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