November 27, 2017

Maud purrs on the other side of the computer screen. Dragged myself through Monday. Spent Sunday painting with, I think, spectacular success. Big canvases bending to The Vision. Presented Djuna Barnes’ Nightwood to class, all of us having read it for the first time. It baffles me because it does not tell, and does not particularly seek to tell, the truth, presenting the world as though nothing can be made of it except fleeting impression. It is beneficial to me as a writer though, for I tend to forget that SOME of the truth is fleeting impression.