Well yesterday's solution to my Act I issue (its ending) turned out, after several hours of work, to be a dead end. I have to try again, I guess. Though at this point I wonder if I should work on Act III for a while and let Act I simmer. Write without hope or despair, advised Flannery O'Connor. It's great advice, but far easier to say than do.
Like everyone in the world (including students at Florida State) I rooted for VCU to defeat FSU last night. It was only intermittently an enjoyable game to watch, but the ending was entertaining. Still, if VCU plays like that tomorrow (many turnovers, missing all their free throws) Kansas is going to beat them into the ground. At least, that's my prediction.
It's Saturday but the wife is at work, so it feels like a weekday. I stayed up last night talking to a friend in New York (Johannes) on phone. I should talk to friends more often (than never); it always lifts my spirits. In response to my telling him that owning chickens for pets has become a trend among a certain set of suburban housewifes, Johannes suggested I try and pioneer the trend of owning FOXES. It's an idea that offers much promise. We also are talking seriously about going to see a music festival in May, in Palm Springs. "Acting like we're still in our early 30s" as I told him. Maybe we'll wear do-rags!
This afternoon I think I'll watch Black Narcissus. It's a Powell/Pressburger "joint," as they say, and them's my people. All my new books from Amazon are starting to roll in; I should try and finish Crime and Punishment today as well. The last fifty pages are starting to lag a bit. Maybe too much Svidrigaylov? Jarrell's great definition of a novel springs to mind: "a long piece of prose with something wrong with it." There's always something wrong, but imperfection is life. The only thing that's perfect is Death, Dean Young writes (or something similar) in his book about how to write poetry (The Art Of Recklessness). An intriguing idea, if somewhat mystifying.
At least twenty of the words in this post are underlined in red. My spelling's not great, it seems. Well, mostly it's the proper nouns. But, look, people: I type this stuff fast. And usually I'm high on eight or nine drugs. And battery acid. So take what you can get!