Sep 12
Click for full imageGood Show Sir’s Art Direction: Look this has to stand out from the rest. But how…. ummm… put a magic sea shell with stars of the universe in it. Have a disinterested man staring at it… and a blue women who is already so bored she’s fallen asleep.
Published 1993
(Average: 5.62 out of 10)
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September 12th, 2012 at 10:20 am
“No, wake up, it’s the music of the spheres, honest!”
(I’ve read this book and have no recollection of what this cover refers to).
September 12th, 2012 at 12:00 pm
I do apologise, but I’m not sure whether this blue hand is mine or yours.
September 12th, 2012 at 12:02 pm
*sighs* Oh wow… *looks down* The universe in a sea shell… *long sigh* I wonder if I will have taco’s for dinner….
September 12th, 2012 at 12:10 pm
Mama Mia, here I go again
September 12th, 2012 at 12:31 pm
I, Claudius, caress your face with this horse conch.
September 12th, 2012 at 5:52 pm
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio…
September 13th, 2012 at 6:17 pm
Either the girl has man-hands, or there’s a third guy in the picture holding the conch…
September 17th, 2012 at 6:57 pm
Teal and orange.
August 24th, 2015 at 6:41 pm
“Riveting, can’t put it down, impaled my hand” — Stephen King
September 24th, 2017 at 2:56 pm
That quote should read, “Riveting: can’t put it down. I started out by riveting Keith Laumer to his chair.”–Stephen King
September 25th, 2017 at 7:33 am
Consulting Wiki leads me to believe that the dude and damsel can hear the thoughts of other people. And apparently other people are very dull — or at least these two are.
August 12th, 2022 at 6:26 pm
Shady Shirly surely sells seashells by the seashore.
August 12th, 2022 at 11:57 pm
@fred: with Shelley?
Simmons went full right wing nut job after 9/11. He always overwrote floridly, but now in the service of climate change denial and Islamophobia.
August 13th, 2022 at 1:45 am
“If you hold the Simmons Shell up to your ear, you can hear right-wing talking points.”
August 13th, 2022 at 4:51 pm
TS Eliot wrote a blurb for this book, but for some reason it was rejected, perhaps for being too accurate.
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion . . .
August 13th, 2022 at 9:30 pm
I remember awarding BC ONE BILLION INTERNETS (https://www.goodshowsir.co.uk/?p=13337) before. I now have to award him/her/them another half-billion at least.
August 13th, 2022 at 10:17 pm
@L-L: Yes, @BC knows his/her/their poetry.
Whereas I, while making breakfast today, could only remember the first half of Ogden Nash’s “The Lama” — which is only 8 lines long! The internet provided me with the remaining 4 lines instantly, but I’m not such a geek as to have a computer in the kitchen.
@BAM: GSS!
August 13th, 2022 at 10:43 pm
@GSSx-n (prev.):
One of my favorite Ogden Nash poems, though it’s tough to really choose. My folks had several voumes of his work, so I got exposed to it early and often!
I wonder if the guy on the cover meant to *speak* into the shell, not listen. He seems to be at least contemplating saying “hollow, hollow?” 😉
August 15th, 2022 at 12:38 am
@Hammy: When I found the rest of it (I’d forgotten “pajama”), I recited it to Mr. xn, who promptly provided the “three lllama = large fire” riposte.
My mom loved puns, so we had at least one book of his poems, and of course they popped up in schoolbooks too.
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk .