Thursday 15 December 2016

{Methodology: Matters Arising}[14th October 1987]

[Redbook4:123][19871014:2155]{Methodology: Matters Arising}[14th October 1987]

19871014.(2155c)

These ideas* (for what they are worth) rise like bubbles of air from the depths of a duck pond: and, like bubbles, they float on the surface for a while. I do not generally have to think my way through them: if 'tapped' (by putting pen to paper) they simply start to flow, as if the bubble became a funnel or tunnel bringing more air up from the depths; until they have finished, when they stop. Attempts to force them to continue lead to a feeling of staleness. But if they are not tapped they will eventually, like bubbles again, simply disappear:** this will generally occur within the day.

This thought (which isn't really one of them) occurs following loss of an idea after continual postponement during a day of distractions – not least of which were a small boy staying overnight with us, his first night from home; and a recent letter – their first response – from my parents' Solicitor.***


*[See previous entries.]

**After fading away, like a nice girl continually cold-shouldered. <871123>
Not always. <871123>

***This was shattering. <930503>

(These last 2 paras written while watching the News at Ten.)



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