Everybody's from Porlock Now
Jan. 6th, 2007 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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gypsy1969. I didn't realize I had made no entries for four weeks.
Raphael and I went to the Art Institute on the last day of a special exhibit of Old Masters. One of them was Salvatore Rosa's "Lucrezia as the Personification of Poetry." We went back to look at it several times, and both of us thought of Coleridge's person from Porlock, who interrupted the writing of "Kubla Khan." Raphael spoke first, however, the words that now appear on my new icon. Raphael surprised me with the icon last night, and it is really a good one for my mood at the moment.
Here's a link to an image of the painting:
http://www.oceansbridge.com/oil-paintings/product.php?xProd=60514&xSec=6
The novel in progress is very much alive, but it is in the stomping around and jeering stage, rather than at the point where it might bolt with me and see us both safely to the end. It's going to be so enormous.
The weather is freakish, not in the realm of New York's or Washington's, but freakish for Minnesota. We do have snow, and we are going to have daytime temperatures below freezing for a few days. But it's just all wrong. On a day-to-day bsis the lack of bone-chilling cold and feet of snow make life easier, but I doubt that a little ease will be worth the price that we'll pay.
I'd better get back to tearing my hair out and brandishing my pen. I do read LJ, and will continue to do so.
P.
gypsy1969. I didn't realize I had made no entries for four weeks.Raphael and I went to the Art Institute on the last day of a special exhibit of Old Masters. One of them was Salvatore Rosa's "Lucrezia as the Personification of Poetry." We went back to look at it several times, and both of us thought of Coleridge's person from Porlock, who interrupted the writing of "Kubla Khan." Raphael spoke first, however, the words that now appear on my new icon. Raphael surprised me with the icon last night, and it is really a good one for my mood at the moment.
Here's a link to an image of the painting:
http://www.oceansbridge.com/oil-paintings/product.php?xProd=60514&xSec=6
The novel in progress is very much alive, but it is in the stomping around and jeering stage, rather than at the point where it might bolt with me and see us both safely to the end. It's going to be so enormous.
The weather is freakish, not in the realm of New York's or Washington's, but freakish for Minnesota. We do have snow, and we are going to have daytime temperatures below freezing for a few days. But it's just all wrong. On a day-to-day bsis the lack of bone-chilling cold and feet of snow make life easier, but I doubt that a little ease will be worth the price that we'll pay.
I'd better get back to tearing my hair out and brandishing my pen. I do read LJ, and will continue to do so.
P.
