I haven't the faintest idea
Dec. 9th, 2002 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensOne of my friends has split up (painfully) with current boyfriend and is muttering about him at most opportunities. Another coworker was having fits of the manic giggles all day long. The third at least had the virtue of silence. Do you ever have the urge to defenestrate your entire office, Genevieve? Why, yes. Frequently.
Sometimes a piece of writing hangs in front of you like a complicated piece of knotwork, covered in mud or cased in clay, so that you can only see fragments of it through the gaps in the covering, and have a vague impression of the whole. You pick and chip at it, trying to gauge the weight, to follow the lines of narrative or the pattern of words and sentences and paragraphs, to have a gem-like glint of a turn of phrase, to see the structure of the thing. The nub of the matter is, you know that it's there. You just can't see it yet.
Pardon my maundering. I'm annoyed.
Other than that, a cold grey Monday. I wish we'd had the scattering of snow they forecast for us. It would have been a pleasant foreshadowing of Christmas.
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"Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here."
-- Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
Sometimes a piece of writing hangs in front of you like a complicated piece of knotwork, covered in mud or cased in clay, so that you can only see fragments of it through the gaps in the covering, and have a vague impression of the whole. You pick and chip at it, trying to gauge the weight, to follow the lines of narrative or the pattern of words and sentences and paragraphs, to have a gem-like glint of a turn of phrase, to see the structure of the thing. The nub of the matter is, you know that it's there. You just can't see it yet.
Pardon my maundering. I'm annoyed.
Other than that, a cold grey Monday. I wish we'd had the scattering of snow they forecast for us. It would have been a pleasant foreshadowing of Christmas.
---
"Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here."
-- Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
