Some of things on my CV under work and experiences may or may not be based in reality. But if I want to get into creative writing professionally I submit that its perfectly acceptable. Aide de Camp to Chinese Gordon during the Khartoum campaign. Free lance pearl diver. Peace negotiator in LA between the Bloods and The Crips. Brakeman in the British Bobsleigh team. Futures buyer. Farmer of...
Tarantella by H.E. Belloc.
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of tar? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers (Under the vine of the dark verandah)? Do you remember an Inn, Miranda, Do you remember an Inn? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteeers...
Joe Dassin, Les Champs Elysees
So far I have traded marmalade for a haircut (Marxism in action). And sold four jars. At this rate i’ll be able to afford some vegetables and a bag of coffee. Look out Donald Trump! You know the Curtis Mayfield song? I am the pusherman, just its marmalade not narcotics.