18 July 2004

ANOTHER ROOM   I remember only this, now, so far removed in place and time: great windows framed the stars, the clock unwound that primal rhyme, the ballad of the hours passing, and the Judas kiss of a full moon’s rising light betrayed the night.   Memory decays; only a sense remains of emptiness, of spectrum drift across the universe of that room. Lost in the stars, my red shift fading in the half-gloom between the moon and dawn.  It drains to grey, the darkness. Through the haze somewhere, in another room, a piano plays.     A sort of craft exercise, this, experimenting in a weird rhyme scheme. It runs: A / B / C / B / C / A / D / D.   Origins of pic unknown     9:26:03 PM    Mmm? [] ROSIE - JULY 18th Rosie has now entered her next phase, relinquishing the overripe tomato/boiled beetroot image for something more recognisably human.  She’s begun to maintain eye contact now & she favours us with the odd (sometimes very odd) smile in those brief moments of repose between sleep, feeding & shrieking like a chainsaw.    #   There’s a superb poem – Have a Seat - on Hannah Craig’s blog, Awake at Dawn.  In fact, all the poems there are very fine but this one’s particularly striking.   #   The intermittent upstreaming problem struck again yesterday.  It seems to be curable by closing RU & rebooting. But such hiccups & misfires are not reflected in the price one pays for the software.  A pisser.     3:05:57 PM    Mmm? [] ...and again... 2:05:57 PM    Mmm? [] And test again. 2:00:19 PM    Mmm? [] Test. Upstream's gone yet again. 7:27:30 AM    Mmm? []

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