May 14, 2004 06:24
I just told Don how my sleeping pattern has grown considerably worse over the last month. I summarized it as having to wait for a certain "click" to occur before I can go to bed. It's much like how Brick must drink until his mind "clicks," after which he feels an incredible peace and relaxation (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Tennessee Williams). They say it's of utmost importance to cite all sources, although:
"Good poets copy, great poets steal." _ oh Eliot,
I don't know, mon semblable, mon frere...
[good artists copy, great artists steal?] Pablo!
Now reading:
Bhagivad Gita
The Tempest
Maybe I'll finish both tomorrow. Probably.
Goodnight ladies, sweet ladies, goodnight!