Horror of the afternoon: a blank, white sky. Terrible to be becalmed beneath such a sky. Think to yourself: most of my life has been like this. And then think: that’s why Debord drank, and Duras. This was not a failure or a dereliction for either of them.
Eight days until the new book has to be sent off, chapter three is perhaps completable today, then chapters four and five to revise and the preface to be written. This, I said to myself, is a kind of writing under constraint, my own OULIPO. One of the rules of the new philosophy dogma movement is: love your constraints, don’t resent them.
I put Jason Molina’s The Pyramid Electric Company on the CD player to give myself a sense of urgency and have my first book open on the desk to give myself a sense of shame. I will make sure I am faced with this post as it is exactly the kind of post I dislike. Nothing happens, no work done.
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