“The breaking-up of the ice-bound stream of Time”*

In Animals, Current reading, Hautvoir, Local projects, news coverage, Visual artists on October 27, 2015 at 7:50 am

a good thing I read other things than newspapers – the French, especially seem under an obsessional need to 1) Decree the sky is falling 2) watch for signs of the fall 3) predict the extent of the catastrophe, both impending and presently experienced. If no immediate catastrophic event is ongoing in France, there’s always the possibility to seize on the biggest horror available abroad – as further proof that things have never been worse in France. Misery sells, apparently – as a soporific. Go figure.

The toothache principle, maybe. Does it hurt as much today as it did yesterday? More? Will I get a full-blown abscess? Which is worse? the pain or a dental appointment?



How prejudice can lead to procrastination and deprive you of a fabulous adventure: after clearing out the newspapers put to good use to avoid paint spillage, I set up the shelves in my room and took two books to bed with me. Opened the first at random and, on a double page, there was Little Nemo setting off to harpoon a whale after a close encounter with a typhoon.

I turned to the other book. Yes, you’ve guessed it: on my small footpath toward my seventh decade, I cracked open Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick for the first time. The experience promises to be of the long-haul variety. However, I’m in no rush since, only three chapters in, I stop to underline and savor choice bits from the smorgasbord. The title to this post being one of them.

Or how about “…being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans.” Or “… it was a very dubious-looking…night”. I have an additional one hundred and thirty-two chapters to go, and only one more item of furniture in need of paint.


How do the reading and the furniture-painting relate, you may well ask. The voices really get going while I paint. Walls, furniture, anything will do. Most of what comes up is useless noise. But there’s always something that insists on getting jotted down.

How to use, where to use, whether to use the jottings makes up for most of the notebooks and scraps of paper on my desk.


Scene order, plus missing information in previous scenes. Scene order.  Plus, breaking through the logjam.

* Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, in Chapter Three


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