March 22

 

I have almost finished the novel, the one with one character in it, you, and it has been a struggle to keep you alive through some 700 pages of meeting no-one, saying nothing, going nowhere, eating three frugal meals each day, sleeping 8 hours a night, dreaming emptiness, feeling neither well nor ill but neutral, and sitting at the table you call a desk, pecking away at the typewriter.

March 21

 

Perhaps we should take time off from ourselves, adopt a sense of there being another world in which
to live, where we might hold each other and be at one with the Sun.

March 20

 

Please disregard anything you see on message boards: I’m not
sure anything can be trusted now the atmosphere has turned its back
on what we thought was Spring, and Winter is alive again.

March 19

 

The little things matter.
They add up.
Life is cumulative.
Sometimes it piles itself upon you and it’s too much.

March 18

 

That is a very nice safari outfit you are wearing.
Do you intend to look for elephants?

March 17

 

UNFINISHED POEMS

I Was Never Very Strong
A Peanut for a Head
Welcome to the New World Order
Our Day Trip to Shenzhen

March 16

 

WORKING TITLES

The Waking Girls
Sideboard Upside Down
Your Policy, Your Doom
A Negative Trajectory
The Moss Slide

March 15

 

Although you may be “a little bit down” remember it is only work
not life.

March 14

 

A box of books is a world to explore.
Or – more correctly – “worlds” plural.

March 13

 

The bus driver left everyone standing at the stop “for sport”.
To be cold or ugly or forlorn or all three may well be the contemporary position.