Saturday, 26 May 2012

Treasured Chests by Sharon Gordon - Kindle edition now available

The Kindle edition of Sharon Gordon's Treasured Chests is now available! If you were holding off buying because you didn't want people to see you reading a book with a breast on the cover (despite the honoured place of breasts in high art for millennia) you can now download it to your Kindle and enjoy the poetry and images safe from the censorious gaze of Mrs Grundy.

Friday, 23 March 2012

Treasured Chests - Kindle edition

The Kindle edition of Sharon Gordon's Treasured Chests is in an advanced state of preparation.
from Treasured Chests

We could publish it now, except that Sharon is insistent that the design be as perfect as the medium allows. There is a subtle issue with the thin black margins on the left of the photographs disappearing - some quirk of the Kindle software which we haven't got to the bottom of.

Too many eBooks look as though they've been hastily converted from Word files with no proofing or editing. This is not how we work at Narrow Gate.

I think the whole design of eBooks needs to be reconsidered. When the first cars were made they looked like carriages without horses. It took a while for designers to realise that a car can be a whole lot of other, better shapes.

One example: designers spend a long time over book covers. When the cover is a work of art, the beginning of an eBook should not be the first page of text - the first page should be the cover. Opening a book is an adventure into the world of the author and it is a mistake to miss the true beginning.

More news soon.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

A piece of the maine?

The title of this poem from David Henschel's Heres and Nows is taken from John Donne's No man is an Iland:

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

- Meditation 17, John Donne (1572-1631)

All who attempt to write, or to create anything, and write from the heart, make themselves vulnerable to those who will see only the flaws and miss the essence. For if something is created from the heart, no matter how clumsily, it will have value.

A piece of the maine?

Go to another man and show him –
“This I've just written, tell me what you think.”
He'll say “Oh yes, how nice” and take the scrip
To use the eyes and hide the doubtful lip.

Why should he otherwise?
Whose many headed self preoccupies
His secret entrances,
Whose thoughts’ continual tide
I have attempted to divide
And march my feelings like an exiled band
Into communion’s promised land.


- David Henschel