Diary entry: Sunday 9th December 2018:
Reading Donne a lot today. Some writing. A quiet day. TV in evening. A walk…
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.