{The Stretchy Wriggle}[24th March 1988]

[Redbook5:112][19880324:2307]{The Stretchy Wriggle}[24th March 1988]

19880324.2307

During a selective read-through of the[se] Journals I & II (to p67* so far) in the course of drawing up a rough plan for booklets – two things became startlingly apparent: first, that my sense of dislocation, of being torn two ways, at Cambridge, was so intense that in my poems at least I recognised (probably unconsciously) that I was being made ill by it;** and second, that the Individual is not so much a point on the Circles as stretchy wriggle – in fact, probably several of them.

*[c.[Redbook2:66B][19750314:2145][Survival][14^th March 1975]]

**& frequently even understood it as a kind of Death.

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