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Part One of The Bogeyman is written - phew, well almost, 37,000 words with notes to be tidied and revised but the chapters seem to hang together and that is the main thing for now. Next section should be easier (he says in hope) and shorter too, so I will begin that tomorrow. And during the writing I managed to meet my old buddy Icarus and engaged him in a dialogue with Telemachus, which is interesting and one of these days I will make a link between the boy who was given wings and this other boy who was given a boat because it got me thinking about W.H. Auden again, just riffing really:
...the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on...
Well who could have imagined that the two boys could cross paths, like I said, just riffing but isn't that how it takes off. But I will leave this post with some words from Wallace Stevens, who I have been reading just for fun
The house was quiet and the world was calm
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm…
