Closing for the night.
Today I finished the Lucas Myers memoir Crow Steered, Bergs Appeared, and although I came away from it disappointed in Lucas Myers I did find it the most helpful of my reading so far in terms of insights into Ted Hughes the working poet, and for its links to other resources. I continue in Winter Pollen, Hughes's own prose pieces, which I have been picking through for a few months.
Also rereading Campbell on "Oriental" mythology; I'm having more fun with it this time than I did the first time through.
Another thing I'm having more fun with is Shakespeare. I find I can focus and read through a play and enjoy it. Pleasure comes. What is it about the ways our minds shift as we age...? I studied so ferociously early on and retained nothing. Now it all seems so easy and clear. I could even talk about it if anyone near were inclined to participate in such a conversation.
So I pause again in the making of stuff in order to reinforce the foundations. Perhaps the stuff I make later will be the more substantial for it.
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Days have been coolish. Mid-80sF. Nice. But when I sit mornings on the back step with Greta I can taste autumn. And I shiver and wonder what approaches on the road.
Hill walk tomorrow, I think.
11:31:20 PM 
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