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| Blue Jumper |
I am wearing this jumperas I write today, and I indeed look just like this; hair slightly longer than usual; eyes a wee bit baggy, brow furrowed but that's because I am writing the Bogeyman book and it has a lot of words and sentences that are, well, baggy! For example, "The child is not. Any more than the adult. It is an incomplete phrase (certainly not a sentence) made to make us think by supporting its hypothesis in the silences that exist in the meaning, hitherto unsaid, unwritten and inarticulate because it is aimed at imagining its articulation." What a load of baloney that might turn out to be - but since its surrounded by thousands of other words it might slip through. Though it is completely first draft and with all of these things, writing comes first and thinking in the edit, to think again and re-appraise, says he, hopefully. It has been an odd week for music because I have been so entrenched in writing and reading and more writing that it seems to have passed me by. So I thought I would dig out an old favourite because I am in the mood for it, partly because I don't understand it but it somehow I have an empathy with it. Also it has that hopeful melancholy (an kind of oxymoron I know) which I would send out to Japan. And while this is probably less authentic than it sounds, its hard not to be sad while hopeful at the same time.
