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End
Having moved the computer to my desk in the middle room (actually I should keep it here, as this is much more of a 'work area' than the front room and couch, where I have spent far too much of the past five years) – I can see fireworks: the municipal celebration of New Year's…
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All time, all space
Home from a pleasant Christmas lunch at Ian's – excellent food – and sitting in the living room, with the tree glittering. And a beautiful strophic folk song by Chris Wood playing; and pulling out the tarot deck, to do one of those bottom-of-the-year readings. And seeing on the computer news of the Marshall Islands,…
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Happymerry
Early Christmas morning: between four and five a.m., briefly awake. At the back of my mind for the past few days: the differences between holidays with family and friends, as opposed to alone, especially among the single and the older (like me of course). Alfred visited for two days, to the 23rd; he is a…
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Don’t forget Foucault
I was startled into guilt yesterday by reading Edmund White talking about Foucault… and I suddenly realized, with an unpleasant start, how long it's been since I read anything by Foucault – or anything substantial about him. I have a lot of already-prepared guilt ready on this topic, because my postgraduate seminar on cultural theory…
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Nights of power
The solstice is soon: Sunday, at a few minutes past noon this year. And Imbolc, Beltane, Samhain, and the rest… nights when the winter wind is sharp and powerful, or the spring starts to appear, or the supercharged midsummer night takes over – David kindly helped me to put up my small, but brightly lit,…
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Questionnaire
In trying to recover from the dismay and depression that resulted from yesterday's meeting; and the sense that my work is going to be taken even more out of my control; and that as a result I'll never, ever get out of here… perhaps it's worth copying in yet another writing exercise, this one from…
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