Reading Donne a lot today. Some writing. A quiet day. TV in evening. A walk…
First review of Hap online… [See here.]
Enjoyable in its quiet way.
I also blogged more of my 1969 diary to form an ‘OTD 50 years ago’ thread across next year’s posts. I must admit, I don’t quite know why I’m doing it. 1969 is clearly the year I became me, or the year my representations of self seem related to continuing representations of self. Somewhere, there is an autobiographical work potentially there. After all, there are so many things that I do remember and are excluded from The Given [with its chorus of things ‘I don’t remember] and transformed entirely in ‘A Rival’ (I mean ‘Arrival’) and didn’t find their way into Words Out of Time.
[See here for details of Words Out of Time, my autrebiographies. There is a separate account of 'The Given', here.]