under another sun

Guts settling down now, thank goodness, but still able to sleep deeply at the drop of a hat in a way that delights the Calliope who hung out with me for most of the day. When not simply idling, or chatting to mum, peevishly redoing things, such as an invoice that needed to be itemised by the hour and removing matters of commercial sensitivity from the blog on my peterkenny.co.uk page. Everyone out this evening, so I watched an excellent documentary on Ted Hughes which at the least inspired me to read Hughes again. A tetchy mood descending on me this evening, mostly attributable to tiredness.

Poets, astrologers and mindful sweeping Dragged my butt to the quack - who was in a cheery mood, told me there was a lot of it about, and gave me antibiotics to cure The Ears, which are painfully bunged up and howling with tinnitus. My brain is working a bit better however. I printed out my poems and shuffled them about, although I am finding it hard to see the wood for the trees. I also read some Yeats, and Ted Hughes - and quite enjoyed this. As someone who briefly, and not lucratively, cast people's astrological birth charts for a living, I am interested in how astrology has influenced poetry. W.B. Yeats was of course interested in all things occult. For example on honeymoon he forced his wife Georgie to conduct bouts of automatic writing: to go into trances and channel spirits and write down what they said. Bizarrely, the results were used as source material for a book of occult systems called A Vision . A Vision's systems are essentially quite astrological. There are house...