Tuesday, July 29

Writers are like sharks: Got to keep going or they die. Except of course I don't know if that's anything remotely like true. Do sharks die if they quit moving, or is this just a thing we like to think 'cause it makes a hell of a good metaphor for the things that demand continuation or threaten cessation? (Or is that the other way around?) How many ideas are like that? Surviving on their merits as ways to express or emphasize ideas that otherwise bore or confound us, alive by virtue of their capacity to eventually become dead metaphors? Lemmings and cliffs come to mind, which is perfect because the whole idea says more about how we think of ourselves than it does about our knowledge of some fat little tundra marmots.