Monday, April 27, 2009

more from the neglected notebook

Definitions again: every single weekday morning overtakes me,
investigates and also invests me for the duration...At least til
the early afternoon...A regular belief about this has settled into
a habit...A real looming presence,a cover-all. Against the daylight?

Uppermost, outermost ,innermost,ownmost but why not downmost?
Equaling the downermost!

A solution perhaps in returning to a scene from 50 years ago?

The small percentage of people in the UnitedStates actively involved
in farming...To look back in my own life I use this fact,and it is hard for
me to admit that the farm has fallen so far in its prominence...(how the
norms change) But in 1950 or 55 the shift had been in progress for a half
century,and somehow the grown-ups didn't concentrate on this point,not
in any straightforward way...

In its own quaint fashion my rural background has had a delaying effect
on my individuation,to use a Jungian term. On the other hand I have had
several exposures to the township landscape,in dreams. Of course on the face
of this you cannot trace anything extraordinary...

Sometimes the writer will allow his fancy to overwhelm his ability to make
judicious statements...

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