I can smell a crisis coming… Deadlines deadlines deadlines, they’re all looming over me. Got to get images, statement and bio to the gallery for exhibition publicity. Got to write eight short stories. Send in applications for courses next term. First Aid training. Pentecost service. It never rains but it pours.
I should be working on stuff right now, but my brain has turned to a sticky mess that vaguely resembles custard. I’m severely sleep deprived, I feel like I’m coming down with a cold, life is getting on top of me. I seem to be managing to piss off most of the people around me. I’m forgetting to do things, I’m saying everything wrong.
I want a break. I want to put everything on hold and take off into the hills for a few days. I want to take a break without getting any further behind.
Heading for the hill would also mean I couldn’t compulsively spend all my money. I bought a new bookshelf, set it up in my office, and moved all my books into here. How is it, that I have an extra book shelf now, but my books only *just* fit. Yesterday I said “I’m not going to buy any more books, I don’t have any room.” So what do I do today? I buy seven books (one new, six from the library book sale).
The new book is An English Sampler by Fred D’Aguiar. He’s the guy who came up with my favourite definition of poetry, "Poetry is that art of the remarkable; the simultaneous compression of language and the endless expansion of meaning."
"A shooting star’s exact brightness shedded everywhere;
Across two hundred yards of pasture the shell pond’s
Wind-pleated water for who could skip flat stones
The most; the tang of tamarind in the air, on the tongue;
That country under the moon’s phosphorescence
Was vacant papyrus, my defining sight, its calligraphy."
Two of the second-hand books are picture books that I bought because they only cost $1, and they have pretty pictures. I figure I can cut them out and stick them on the wall. And they have tigers and cats so I can take them along to the Stonesoup lunch tomorrow and distribute them among cat lovers.
Oooooooh Stonesoup lunch… I’m so excited. Finally, I get to meet some of my fellow bloggers, and one or two lurkers.
Meantime I should probably try to get some sleep.
Posted by Fionnaigh at May 15, 2003 11:09 PM