I was going to be all, yay plain sailing, I’m outta the woods, everything feels like it’s falling into place, because – for a few…
But imagination is a vague word and I must make some distinctions. It may mean the world of reverie, daydream, wish-fulfilling fantasy. Of that I…
As expected, trailing last week’s notes with the phrase “I give up” brought three times the amount of normal traffic to this blog, so I’m…
“I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated…
A type like Michael Jackson, in love with himself. Sterling image to the public. Schizo finally. He talks to himself as he dresses. He becomes…
I give up. Not writing The Book (silly! though, believe me, it’s occurred to me more than once), I mean writing in a straight line….
In the middle of the swamp; this week I passed the putative halfway point. I say putative, as I expected the final word count of…