oeillets

issued today

(more info on the Sticky Pages site)

I

II

III

IV

V

(notebook 3)

(notebook 1)

(notebook 2)

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The modem has been playing up of late* and so I haven't been able to link to Geof Huth's recent post (http://dbqp.blogspot.com/) for 9th December. No one's written me a song before - but then this isn't/wasn't written. So, no one's sung me a song before - and again, 'singing' isn't quite the right word. A hum? A chant? An incantation? A brew-brooding? A see-chant-tea? Go to Geof's site & see/hear for yourself.

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* this is the third attempt at posting - twice I've seen the page disappear & had to go back to the saved draft

"To progress in life you must give up the things you do not like. Give up doing the things that you do not like to do. You must find the things that you do like. The things that are acceptable to your mind." (Agnes Martin)

Spend today when not invigilating exams etc. trying to track down books on/by Agnes Martin including the elusive (and eye-wateringly expensive) Writings. By all accounts it is fantastic. If anyone knows of an affordable copy &/or has one to sell please let me know. For now I'm dependent on quotations (often, I suspect, unreliable) via Blogs and other sites.

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Threads by Jill Magi arrives today after weeks of waiting & disappointed mornings in the post room. The combination of texts and worked on papers is absolutely what I'm after at the moment. Beautiful. Put that in your Kindle & stroke it.

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I'M NOT

WASTED

THE DAY IS

(slogan on the back of a student's T-shirt during this afternoon's exam)

Not that I think I really sound like him, but in the sense that one has a voice in the head the one I hear recently resembles Bill Nighy.

At least on his outings on radio such as A Charles Paris Mystery: Murder in the Title.

If you've not been listening to the current series, check it out at:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00w5fgv

and click on the iPlayer Listen Again option. Episode three tomorrow.

"... it looks like spinach pizza ..."

(E.'s description of the lawn with its patches of melting snow)

Mme Waffle doesn't drop by very often, I suspect. Nevertheless, here's wishing her many happy returns.

... & more snow ...

The phone call came at 6:20 so I'd already got up to feed the cats.

Still ... I'm not complaining. The luxury of a whole day!

Let it snow ... Let it snow ... Let it snow ...

From the bedroom window this morning I see a car has slid out of control rounding the corner. It's right headlight rammed into a car parked in the street - exactly the space I normally choose.

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Interesting to discover that Bugge Wesseltoft was born four days before me. He looked even older - although who am I to say?

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I decide to start a new notebook in honour of the first of the month. Also due to the feeling that the old one had gone stale. (Or is this the proverbial bad workman blaming his tools?).

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Go down to the library in search of novels by Robert Harris - I'd heard him being interviewed & thought I ought to see what the hype was about. Surprisingly there are only a couple of volumes & not the obvious ones at that. Strange. I must have passed over hundreds of copies of Fatherland and Enigma in book sales. Now I want a copy nothing to be found.

I end up reading the first page of Fatherland using the Look Inside feature on Amazon. I'm immediately struck by the clunky prose. Two pages of such stuff satisfies my curiosity. I'll stick with Iain Sinclair.

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Driving back from E's piano lesson the snow starts again - enough to make me glad to get home. A really heavy fall during the night & who knows ... the early morning phone call ...?