I posted my quote as a pair of 3D-generated images to the Russell Hoban Facebook page today, then propagated them to my timeline for my hundred-odd friends. I pretty much live on Facebook, ever since I became paraplegic, and so can't leave pages out in the world any more, but never underestimate the power of a picture! The images here were created using Blender 3D open source software and the instructions in Pilgermann for creating Hidden Lion.
SA4QE - The Slickman A4 Quotation Event
This fan event began in 2002 as a unique way of spreading the words of Russell Hoban. Every 4th February (Russell's birthday), readers around the world write their favourite quotations from his books on sheets of yellow A4 paper (the sort he used) and leave them in public places, and/or share them via this site or on social media with the hashtag #sa4qe
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The most recent posts to this site are displayed below in descending order.
SA4QE 2017 - Sandra - Twitter/Facebook/Dundee, United States
SA4QE 2017 - Ra McGuire - Los Cabos, Mexico
Russ’s naming day fell on a holiday for me so, although I live in White Rock BC Canada, my yellow paper was left in Los Cabos Mexico, at the Marriott resort where I’m staying.
The quote seemed appropriate considering the 2017 political winds.
I cud feal some thing growing in me it wer like a grean sea surging in me it wer saying, LOSE IT. Saying, LET GO. Saying, THE ONLYES POWER IS NO POWER
SA4QE 2017 - Lindsay Edmunds - Internet, United States
Turtle Diary was the first book of Russ's that I ever read. It is like a diamond mine that is inexhaustible. I find new treasure every time I reread it.
The black man turned and looked at me. "Tortuguero," he said. He said it like a password but made no secret sign. He said it because he needed to say the name aloud just there and then to me. I nodded, felt dizzy.... How did he know that I knew where Tortuguero was? I shall never see the picture.
SA4QE 2017 - Michael J Mitchell - Chicago, United States
Oh, how I miss him. I left this one. Chapter One of Pilgermann is the most beautiful pice of prose writing in the world. Happy Birthday, Russell.
I don't know what I am now. A whispering out of the dust. Dried blood on a sword and the sword has crumbled into rust and the wind has blown the rust away but still I am, still I am of the world, still I have something to say, how could it be otherwise, nothing comes to an end, the action never stops, it only changes, the ringing of the steel is sung in the stillness of the stone.
Time after time had violent men sharpened the cross into a sword and made their silken vestments into banners; time after time had they spat out the wafer and the wine and shouted for real blood and real bodies.
My message is somber this year: Bohemond is back.