
I finished my last classic 2 days ago and I look at the others and think "Meh." I have lost all incentive and am just not interested in reading at the moment. Nor writing anything much, hence posting lots of videos. Call it the doldrums, but I can't get excited about Little Dorrit/Oliver Twist/Brideshead Revisited et al. Yet they sit on my table and my conscience ratchets up the guilt. Have picked up H.G Wells' Time Machine instead as it is meant to be a dystopic classic.That and Bram Stoker's Dracula.
Think part of my inertia is that I know the registration day for year 2 now and also that I will be at college on Mondays/Thursdays, a change from last years Wednesday/Friday. I kinda liked the 4 days off, to be frank. Not a good attitude, I know - I just think I will feel a whole lot better when I touch base with my lecturer. I just don't want to think about it just yet.
Re: A willingness to divorce oneself from the obvious
Date: 2014-08-16 06:46 pm (UTC)From:I suppose I "paint the dispassionate with passionate strokes" when I take photos and hopefully, when I write my own stuff. Then I do feel "as one" with countryside/writing/photography/whatever - as well as having the joy of being an observer, detached from it.
I would say that the process of creating is immensely enjoyable, with a certain amount of satisfaction when the project is complete. Another field day for Freud, I presume :-)
Re: A willingness to divorce oneself from the obvious
Date: 2014-08-18 11:05 am (UTC)From:Re: A willingness to divorce oneself from the obvious
Date: 2014-08-19 09:47 am (UTC)From:Good Read says - After his wife's death, Hugh contemplates returning to his former mistress. His son, Randall, longs to abandon his shapeless marriage for a perfect partner. Randall's young daughter, Miranda, is adored by her Australian cousin Penn, but has attachments elsewhere. Her mother Ann has her own private dream, while taking upon herself the strains and pains of all the others. Impelled by affection, lust and illusion, these characters search for love within a tightly woven web