Jul. 7th, 2017


Jul. 7th, 2017 06:59 am
monk222: (Little Bear)
"Every novel worthy of the name is like another planet, whether large or small, which has its own laws just as it has its own flora and fauna."

-- Francois Mauriac

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“Writing is difficult; it is like jumping into the void.”

-- Nathalie Sarraute
monk222: (Effulgent Days)
Having run back hard to poetry, as if my life might depend on it, I am reminded of how 'hit and miss' it can be. To better your odds, I suppose you have to find your poets, those who seem to see and feel things in the way that you do, so that you can feel their harmonies and better share your pain and longings.

This time, though, I am not quick to drop it and dismiss my passion as merely another passing mood and just rely on Shakespeare and Homer for my poetry needs. I can be content now simply to come upon a shiny phrase or a resonant idea, anything that can reflect back on me and my misery and how we share it. I now have a ravenous appetite for food that might feed my soul, and this seems to be the specialty of poetry, with little plot or history or logic, but all soul, and I am glad if I can just happen upon a few crumbs wherever I can find them.

Prose is for learning, didactic, you could say, and my days of learning are effectively past. If I haven't learned something by now, it is likely to stay unlearned. To be sure, I do keep open some precious time for prose: my morning reading session, whether it is for the full morning or just an hour. After all, I am not fully dead yet, and the revolving world and its revolting politics are not entirely without interest to me. But then it is back to trying to understand the yawning emptiness in me before it empties me.


Jul. 7th, 2017 03:47 pm
monk222: (Bonobo Thinking)
Oh, the shave! That's right. I don't want to forget. All that graying bristle growing wild on my mottled face.

Since I got my haircut, a little over a month ago, I have let go of my shaving. With so much less hair on my head, I guess it didn't feel needful. But it needs it. With Pop at Kay's, this is the time to get back on track with that. I do not want to overplay my role as the ogre.


Jul. 7th, 2017 07:14 pm
monk222: (Devil)
"You are talking to yourself again."

Well, who else is going to talk with me?


Jul. 7th, 2017 08:02 pm
monk222: (Little Bear)
It's so nice to see that lush green around our old big tree. I wish I could have carte blanche on watering - money no object, my will and industry the only limit.

The summer doesn't seem quite as mean and harsh when you can look out upon green grounds. The back yard looks more homey for the cats, too. By contrast, when all you see is dead grass and scraggly weeds and dirt and badly cracked grounds, it can feel like you are just a step or two ahead of death yourself.


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