Jackson Lamb and the Slow Horses Learn How to Spell Profanity

down a precise sequence of curse words that takes 7 to 10 seconds to read. Then, before a creative work session of some type, read it quickly and loudly like you’re casting a spell or about to go postal.

The goads, curses, insults and taunts of my wildly profane crew are like poetry to me, beautiful at times, each tiny variation on a classic theme like some Beat era jazz riff: Coltrane doing ‘My Favorite Things’ over and over again, but making it new and different each time. There are, it turns out, a million ways to say ‘suck my dick’. Most of the

Bleak and daunting as the scene appeared, it stimulated his mind as did no other. Pressing him from every direction were tales more exciting than any the magazines dared publish, stories enervated with lunatic violence and blackguards brought to no lawful comeuppance. Here were tragedies of hearth and home more cathartic than the saddest work of Di

extreme, exclusive, almost a one-man genre.