Cats and cauliflowers Cat business this morning. Off to the Top Cats at Patcham to get one of those calming pheromone plug ins as Brian has been spraying obnoxiously in the hallway. Repulsive beast. It is due to the evil black cat who peers in through the glass door at Brian and continually fights him, which makes him want to mark his territory more. The woman at the vets really pleasant as usual, and lent us a basket so we can bring all three cats in next weekend for their jabs and so on. Home and Lorraine and I played some pingpong with our new pingpong bats for a while, before we headed off to the shops where I failed to get a new phone deal, despite it being advertised on the Orange website, and in their catalogues. Lorraine and I had a nice cup of coffee in the Marwood Cafe, before heading for the sea to mooch in the beautiful sunlight. Home clutching a new wok and a large cauliflower, which Lorraine transformed into a cauliflower crumble which we ate with fish. Watched I Robot w...
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Celan in Neasden Mason has said mum is okay, and may be released tomorrow. Otherwise I had a better day today, making some poetic progress this morning. Listened to aprogramme on Radio 4 about the poet Paul Celan. I learned that he visited his Aunt in the in Mapesbury Road not far from Kilburn station in London. A small Peter Kenny lived in nearby Neasden in the late 60s, and I love the idea that the greatest poet of the 20th century might have walked down my street. Listening today to Debussy's La cathédrale engloutie (The Sunken Cathedral)which, along with Appolinaire's poem Ocean de terre is forming a sort of mood board for the poems I am trying to write. The Dubussy piece has gorgeous chords, suggesting submerged church bells. Went to the gym again, knee twinging but is so far holding up. Feeling good about it. The virtue of this offset by meeting Matt in the pub later on to discuss our doppelgänger mini-opera project. We ended up talking to a man called Roger, who Matt kn...