under another sun

Disco Jesus Up early and a day's work on Skelton Yawngrave. Made some good progress, but felt tired and worn thin by the middle of the afternoon. By five I had retreated to reading and enjoying my Bill Bruford autobiography again. Diane called, and she will be coming down to stay soon. In the evening met Lorraine, and we saw Beth and Mark in an interesting play called Interview by Jean-Claude Van Itallie, which they were doing as part of their drama exam. It was an excellent play, with Theatre of the Absurd elements in it, which took me back to reading Martin Esslin and studying Waiting for Godot at about the same age as Beth and Mark. A good performance by the students, and good physical acting conveying a crowded tube train by crushing together and so on. Beth the best I have seen her, putting genuine emotional oomph into her part. Mark convincing as ever, with one brief tableaux having him as a disco dancing Jesus, which I wasn't expecting. Mark's folks where there too...

Upbeat Feeling very upbeat today. Particularly about Skelton Yawngrave after reviewing the opening few chapters through Sol Stein eyes. The end is in sight, and I am proud of the quality of what I have written. Got a good old fashioned snail mail letter from Richard in Guernsey, with a wonderful poem called Deaf about his late father. I can't remember the last time I got a flesh and blood letter from a friend. He also mentioned that I have another poem on the buses in Guernsey, which is pleasing. This one really is an antique, called Dusk at Icart Point and it goes back to when I was 23; more than half a lifetime ago. As before when I saw the last poem they used, it was as if it were written by someone else. But lovely that they have this odd little afterlife. After working this morning (Lorraine preparing us a hearty brunch) I felt a little braindead. But we went out walking about in the afternoon just catching bits and pieces going on in the Brighton streets, such as a contorti...