The Myth and the Man

Lorraine busy with Pat and Maureen, and then Beth. I less so, up and looking at my poem about marram grass and a few other bits, but sometimes it takes a while to get back into the zone. Otherwise pottering about at home, and going into the studio to think about visual things. All a bit unfocused. I need to clarify my objectives. Just because I am no longer working doesn't mean I don't need to structure and reframe what I do so I can be more productive. A longish walk this afternoon, as my gym membership has lapsed. Listening to the letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, which are fascinating. He comes across as a bit of a 'poor me' at times, whining about how much work he has to do and missing deadlines, and the absolute belief he seems to have in his created mythology -- almost as if he had discovered it rather than invented it. I was also surprised at how religious he was, a staunch catholic.

After cold chicken and salads, Lorraine and I watched a film called Children of Men, rather dystopian based on a book by PD James. Its concept is similar to the SF novel Greybeard by Brian Aldiss, about a global infertility, and the life of the remaining people in world without children. It's a concept that stuck in my head ever since I read it as a child. This was a good, if gruelling, film.   

Below walking beside a field of corn stubble.