Notes from a room

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Country:United Kingdom
State/Province:Norfolk

Literary writing and quotes.



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The giant night

on Jan 12, 2019 in: Writing

A sleepless night, rarer now. The giant night and the same slow dawn. The sound of the binmen tipping our recycling bin into their lorry, interrupting the birds’ chorus. This same sense of final emptiness, which makes all the fine … Continue...

A balloon with ballast

on Jan 10, 2019

I write this diary reluctantly. Its dishonest honesty wearies me. For whom am I writing? If I am writing for myself, then why is it being published? If for the reader, why do I pretend that I am talking to … Continue reading →...

Alien and identical

on Jan 10, 2019

Once I was explaining to someone that in order to feel the real cosmic significance of man for man, he should imagine the following: I am completely alone in a desert. I have never seen people nor do I imagine … Continue reading →...

An act of fate

on Jan 8, 2019 in: Writing

The moment behind beneath and beyond everyday time. It waits to give you back your past, like an event long prepared without your knowledge: an act of fate in the fullness of time. It needs you: your shabby past, your … Continue reading →...

History is now

on Dec 31, 2018

The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-treeAre of equal duration. A people without historyIs not redeemed from time, for history is a patternOf timeless moments. So, while the light failsOn a winter’s afternoon, in a secluded … Cont...

Men’s curiosity searches past and future And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend The point of intersection of the timeless With time, is an occupation for the saint— No occupation either, but something given And taken, in a lifetime’s &#...

All is always now

on Dec 31, 2018

Or say that the end precedes the beginning,And the end and the beginning were always thereBefore the beginning and after the end.And all is always now. – T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets...