Monday, July 27, 2015
A Wild Windy Hot Day: July 27, 2015
Ah ha – but now, having despatched that entirely disagreeable day. . . I’m free to begin the last chapter [of The Years, then titled Here & Now] & by a merciful Providence the well is full, ideas are rising, & if I can keep at it widely freely powerfully I shall have 2 months of complete immersion. Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order. I can see the day whole, proportioned. . . A wild windy hot day – a tearing wind in the garden; all the July apples on the grass.I'm going to indulge in a series of quick sharp contrasts: breaking my bonds as much as ever I like. Trying every kind of experiment.
July 28, 1934