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That One Bookshop, You Know Which One

What’s a place you visited that felt like home?

Every once in a while, L-Space manifests in our world and it is glorious.

“The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one that looks as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more stairways than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.” – Sir Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

#books #reading

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Art needs funding

If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

And funding needs planning.

1 million in hard cash can either be a quick fix or the beginning of something long-lasting and real. Thing is, art that is original and genuinely creative requires sustained funding over time, so…

1: Get a money person who understands investment and is not a monster. (Tricky, but doable)

2. Invest the 1 million wisely without killing the planet. (Curtail that desire to binge)

3. Have clear milestones regarding funding goals, and don’t forget admin. (Paychecks need paying)

4. Set up rock solid protections so no one can get greedy and conniving without all alarms blaring. (Think long-term)

5. Plan the funding cycle well. (Have a number and stick to it)

6. Be clear on your mission statement. “Just vibes” is a disservice to the artists. You are dealing with people’s creative output and livelihoods. (Be respectful, consistent, and fair)

7. Set up a robust infrastructure to sustainably fund artists over time. (Build it and they will come)

8. Have a nice award artists can take home with them (Hold it up and say, “Cheese!”)

© 2025 threegoodwords

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presence

silhouette

of the body, in the soul
woman is made and known
beyond the sight
alone
a moment’s breath
life, liquid
welling deep into invisible bone

of the body, with the body
curving, slopes are borne
high and heavy, known
a moment’s step
smooth along the palm
holding, holding

of the body, with the soul
silk and velvet, living
a moment’s sight
open rays in stars, shining
knowing, knowing
known.

© 2015 threegoodwords

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alma mater

image

strange to retrace
the steps you once took
eagerly expecting an eduction
and getting more, way more
than you first expected

not just the books bought
and the papers written
but the friends and heartbreak
the clandestine lovers
breaking up in furious tears and shouting
once discussed and inevitably discovered
yes, you two, I know who you are…

the novelties found
the loyalties broken
the real friends made
those many words said
and unspoken
in between and all around
the hours sitting, pouring, agonizing
studying, practicing, memorising
and finally, finally, understanding
all those things you’ll actually
– I guarantee you –
really need later on
in the big bad rest of the world
with its sharp fangs and cold snout

that wide open place where suddenly
being clueless is a country of its own
which you have a permanent visa for
coz it doesn’t get better, does it?
oh no, it gets so much more
like an effing sitcom

where time and again
you’re made to understand
the connection between bat excrement (urgh)
and fucking crazy, excuse my French
(why French anyway?)

and you know youth is not wasted on the young
it’s exactly what’s needed to get through it all
and not end up neurotic, eccentric,
not to mention unnecessarily high strung

oh, wait…
naw, it’s all good
it’s the simple fact that
now, years later
you’re no longer either one
or the other
you’re who you are:
still a kid and genuinely grown up.

© 2015 threegoodwords