Brechtian desks

    After our discussion about desks and their ratio of clear space to 'stuff' yesterday, I suddenly remembered a passage from Lloyd Jones's latest novel Hand Me Down World, which I read recently. A character takes a tour of Bertolt Brecht's house in Berlin:

"I asked her if she'd seen the large sunny room at the rear of the house with all the desks? [...] Each writing project had its own desk. Brecht would wander from one to the other, from a desk with song lyrics, to one with a draft of a poem, to another with a longer prose work. Each desk, I suppose, representing a different part of the brain."

    Now there's an idea (or according to this article, maybe not).

Comments

[Dark Puss]

Having read your article mentioned in the last line of your post I can't resist (well yes I can, but I'm not going to) giving you this quote from Lady M's DeviantART page:

Don't talk about what you are going to do, just do it...

I like your metric of "clear to stuff", when I'm next back at work I'll let you know what it is for me.

[Barbara MacLeod]

I read and enjoyed the article in your post. It reminded me of men (well, I only know men who do this) who work on boats. They may be rebuilding, maintaining, fixing, replacing ... you name it. Many a plan I have listened to where many a dream has unfolded. Do they ever get launched? Taken out for a sail? Sold to make a lotta money? I have learned that we are looking at a love affair here and one does not point out the years rolling by nor pin-prick all those dreams!

[knittingoutloud]

The paper involved in 21st century living defeats me and my desk.