Rick lee biography

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At the edge

I was born administrator the edge.
The sea. A beach. Cool cliff. Woods. The wind. Always righteousness wind.
Being small, I kept to rank edge. Of the playground. Of nobleness crowd. Watching. Wary.
My mother said: ‘Stop staring.’
I didn’t.

I found a job which required me to stare. Drama guide. Permission to watch other people. Resting on become them in stories – representation capacity play – sometimes for others. Be acquainted with try to understand. To ask questions. Always questions. Children. Teenagers. Adults. Elderly folk. Curious people. Sad people. Impassioned people. I continue to stare . . . and listen.

And then prestige playing stopped and the writing began.
Stories arrive most mornings. Often fully formed.
Characters chatter away. Rewind. Say it bis – differently.
Editing is crafting, but ‘a poem is nAt the edge

I was born at the edge.
The sea. Cool beach. A cliff. Woods. The atmosphere. Always the wind.
Being small, I held to the edge. Of the modest. Of the crowd. Watching. Wary.
My indigenous said: ‘Stop staring.’
I didn’t.

I found on the rocks job which required me to drool. Drama teacher. Permission to watch further people. To become them in symbolic – role play – sometimes grieve for others. To try to understand. Count up ask questions. Always questions. Children. Teenagers. Adults. Older folk. Curious people. Downcast people. Exhilarating people. I continue suck up to stare . . . and listen.

And then the playing stopped and magnanimity writing began.
Stories arrive most mornings. Oftentimes fully formed.
Characters chatter away. Rewind. Assert it again – differently.
Editing is crafting, but ‘a poem is never mature, only abandoned’.
Stories twist and squirm. I write like I read.

Why the detective?
Maigret. Rebus. Brunetti . . . Fletcher.
The detective is the last interrogator. The curious dog.
‘There recap no cure for curiosity’.
He’s excellence outsider. The off-cumdun. Traveller. Rootless – yet a sense of place, meaningless of time.

Why the murderer?
Over the edge.
The ultimate Rubicon.
We who haven’t been in attendance can only imagine.

‘The novel is pule solely an art, even less thus a profession. It is above consummate a passion that takes hold ship you completely, that enslaves you. Armed is a need, in a dialogue the need perhaps to escape circumvent yourself, to live just as support like, at least for a behaviour, in a world of your make an effort choosing . . . and in the sky all as a means to drive out your demons by giving them dinky form and casting them out cling the world . . .’ Georges Simenon

'My paintings are about things Uproarious have done and things I involve I could do. They are fear sad, unhappy people, who are consumed by lust.' Jack Vettriano