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| RTomens, 2020 |
So what?
Today...
Go back to bed...
All dreams are bad, these days...(latest) I'll never make the bus! I must catch that bus! I'll be stranded, miles from home...wake up drenched in sweat...
Can't settle into a book....unable to escape, even into fiction...roam from Dostoyevsky to Hemmingway...Canetti to H. G. Wells...
Manage to type, still...as if to have a least one good routine. It's therapeutic, for the duration of activity and about an hour afterwards...
The picture here is my one A3 typed piece...dunno what I think about it...do I have to think definitively about it? No. It's not bad - huh!
Piles of books to be sold standing around under tables, bed, on the carpet...waiting for book shops to reopen so I can get some money. Bookshops are 'essential', aren't they? But they can't stay open during lockdown so Amazon make even more money...who says it isn't all a conspiracy to empower Big Business & Big Tech?
Don't
get
me
started...
typewriter art, vispo, concrete poetry, lockdown blues, bookshop survival, restless reading
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