DIARY EXCERPT

I LIKE TO NICKNAME MY DIARY ‘Blend it like Beckett.’

MY READING UPDATE—

—Reading James Joyce, all I came to know about him that—

—He has written a few novels, as his life span was short. Ulysses and Finegan’s are composed in complex ways.

—Samuel Beckett’s memoir of Joyce is written lucidly, apart from his complex and fragmented way. Joyace inspired Virginia Woolf and Samuel Beckett, he is the father of stream of consciousness and inner monologue.

—Joyace used wide range of linguistic system from slang to the higher literary language.

—He didn’t believe in reading literature in the university, reading classics too much could be dangerous as that would led to missing the new stuff.

—Writing is made from loose thoughts, and beloved sentences. It is never just about literature.

—edit your writing, but don’t read reviews.

—Joyace and Yeats both shared a common definition about poetry. ‘The most successful poetry is the kind where people don’t know what it means.

MY WRITING UPDATE—

My fourth draft of the forthcoming fiction book is completed. It is composed of twenty four chapters and about 78000 words. I am sharing few excerpts—

to what, for what, in the last still what,

among islands of what,

I am at once insular and conjoined,

broken and infinite.

I am lingering among mother’s dough balls.

could you give me a guard ?

or say to my mother to roll them slowly

‘mother, your dough balls have started to jump.’

—-Nowadays, I am an ardent fan of Emily Dickinson, an American poet, she was a simple mystic of few words, and bought her complete collections at a book fair. She helped me settle among dough bells. I feel an immense desire to eat the mango pickle, it is homemade, and my mother has sent it to me in a glass jar. I have put a pickle Jar on the wooden roof of my bookcase, take a  half slice of pickles daily and eat it with cooked rice, lentils and veggies; pickles are a taste-driver and tongue twister. I tasted the food, and Emily said she tasted life. Did she use any pickles? It was a mystic query, as the conventional belief has been to shift her into a reclusive stoic aura. Pickles were not for her; for me, they are riddle-like.

—‘The brain is wider than the sky,’ Emily quotes, and I wonder. Emily descended in a viscus, a crystal rectangle box, ‘How could it be? Did she use an abstract metaphor, or was it the magic of a stoic mind?’ Father’s heart would stop working anytime if proper prevention has not been taken. Perhaps the stoppage of squeezing and dilatation of the heart proves deleterious to the brain, and to ward off, the brain swells and finally widens. I  concluded. This conclusion came more transparently after collaborating with Emily and Leo Tolstoy.

MY PERSONAL MUSINGS—

—I am losing interest in non-veg, and vegetarian dishes allure more. In the past I was an avid non-veg eater. Am I getting older or spiritual? It’s an enigma to me.🤔

—Climate is cold, but there is no mist. Sunshine and cold both in the company create the best climate.🌻