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Spaces
So: somewhere between Newcastle, London, Philadelphia, Washington, New York and Nashville; somewhere among the planes, trains and cars, and between various family members and old friends; and somewhere among a 'historic' election (but aren't they all historic?) and my luggage getting lost for a day and a half, and my credit card falling afoul of…
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Off, off, off… we are off
Leaving early tomorrow: two days with my brother and brother-in-law in Washington, a day with my sister's family in New York, back to Washington, then to a conference in Nashville. Apologies for the relative brief and sparse blogging lately: my writing mind has needed to work on other things. Perhaps I'll have intermittent Internet while…
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Psychologists
Over the past two or three months, since having the idea of studying to become an analyst, I read certain things differently – writings that include some reference to therapy, psychology, dreams, etc. have become much denser and more interesting. Because, I suppose, I am no longer interested only when those writings seem to directly…
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I open my eyes in the nightSee a great dark shape in the skyI think: that is the shape of my death.Watching – and it vanishes: it was sky behind the clouds.
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Hearth and home
The chimney sweep came this afternoon… a pleasant man in his fifties, indeed covered with soot, indeed with black brushes of various kinds. And even a blackened, grimy cloth to protect the carpet – although it didn't look as though it would protect much, he's clearly been doing this for years, as the room looked…
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Phantasmata
A day of haze: last night my guts were grinding and exploding, from what I don't know, so I took a tiny pill of codeine phosphate – it worked, but as always it made me hazy, put me to sleep, and then this morning I was still groggy until afternoon. A day of confusion and…
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