… will be named on November 29. While we wait, here’s one of this year’s judges on the sort of thing they’re looking for.
[Christos] Tsiolkas’s Booker-longlisted novel, The Slap, was cited for a passage in which two characters “fucked for ages” …
“It’s very repetitive,” he said, “the sheer laziness of saying ‘they fucked for ages’ is just one example of slack writing.”
November 18th, 2010 at 2:24PM
“‘They f*cked for ages’ is such a cliche,”
The critic intoned with dismay.
“But your ‘f*cking for wages’
Or ‘f*cking all ages’ . . .
Now that’s writing with real cachet.”
November 18th, 2010 at 3:34PM
Effing brilliant, Dave.
November 19th, 2010 at 3:23AM
They f*cked for ages, ‘twas said,
Until they collapsed on the bed.
Then panting and gasping
And groping and grasping
They gazed on each other and said…
Halloo and halloo and halloo!
Have you shown me all you can do?
Or should I go seeking
For someone who’s peaking
Just when I think that I’m through?
November 19th, 2010 at 5:11AM
Major Laugh Out Loud, adam. This one has the feel of an ancient ditty, a round, a song that never ends. Thanks.
November 19th, 2010 at 7:41AM
Adam’s contribution reminded me of an old joke, from which I shamelessly steal the Thor / sore rhyme:
Mighty Mars could f*ck four ages we’re told,
Great Zeus managed just ages twofold.
The thunder god Thor
Made the wenches quite sore,
But his stamina was much oversold.
November 19th, 2010 at 8:37AM
LOL, Dave. My mind is reeling with limerick ideas…
November 19th, 2010 at 11:10AM
Rocks for ages,
Cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee
…
November 19th, 2010 at 12:00PM
A lovely prayer, Jeremy.