under another sun

Up early and feeling quite a bit better than yesterday. Lorraine and I walked around the corner and came back with a ladder and I spent some time up it, scooping out handfuls of mud and clumps of grass and other plants. There was one particular clump that had formed in the gutter above the door, the source of an aspiring Niagara which falls on your head when entering or leaving the house in the rain. I spattered all the gutter gunk down onto the floor, which went everywhere and took a long time to clear up afterwards. Thinking, as I did, of the Yeats poem The Circus Animal's Desertion : "Now that my ladder's gone,/I must lie down where all the ladders start/ In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.' Into town after showering and Lorraine and I met Beth for Lunch. Beth looking tired after working really hard. We all had one of their excellent hamburgers before Beth returned to London. Lorraine and I then went shopping in Churchill Square. All the Christmas decora...

The fascination of what's difficult My brain will not work. Been sitting expectantly in front of my computer and watching the tumbleweed and crows in the ideas department of my brain. Instead I want to sleep. This week was supposed to be about world domination, not narcolepsy. Grrr. Trying with the Ecstasy monologue but all my ideas are useless. Have come to an impasse on my useless poems. Just need to print off my reworked play about Thor but can't be bothered because it is useless. Keep thinking about those lines of Yeats: "The fascination of what's difficult/Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent/Spontaneous joy and natural content/Out of my heart." Of course Yeats was a gloomy sod sometimes. That's one of the reasons I like his work so much. The sunshine, of course, supplied by Sprinkles. She sent me a musical card. It sings the "Yummy Yummy Yummy, I've got love in my tummy" song when you open it and lots of Easter themed sprinkles fell ...