First posted in 2022 but I think still of interest in light of the present year's coming celebration of Dalloway Day.
Repetition
Repetition and its importance, physically, mentally. From birth onward. The importance of the calendar in human activities makes it impossible not to reconsider repetition. But I’ve returned to it, in this case, with thoughts about the celebration of world days, centennials, and the like. Specifically [I wrote in 2022], the literary side of the centenary of book publications, certainly a high point of Anglophone Modernism.
For Virginia Woolf, James Joyce, T.S. Eliot published Jacob’s Room, Ulysses, The Waste Land in 1922, three years after the peace accord to the First World War was signed. But these are only three of the events that happened 100 years ago. And, as indicated, I’ve mentioned only a specific temporal and linguistic category. Specific dates: JR: 26 October 1922. TWL: October 1922. U: 2 February 1922 (previously serialized in The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920).
Info on this year's theme for Dalloway is starting to come out. Meanwhile we thing and write on.
Not finished with this yet. A kind of work in progress :
one of those free feelings
the whole smell of the
desk—empty unhurried
space—old varnish
ole
a walk a day back
exposed a big foam rubber
mattress—one
torn corner half gone
a giant something
breakfast toast
if you’ve ever
slept rough
any kind of weather
Thanks to Aphor.org for publishing a short poem of mine in
their current issue. (Aside from poetry A publishes work in
the prose and philosophy categories as well as visual art.)
