That was a line which came to me in the bath. I really should keep some kind of waterproof pen and notebook beside the bath, because like Archimedes I get my best ideas there. This morning was no exception – I got no fewer than three lines on different themes, potentially forming parts of three different poems. or maybe songs – I think the Hemingway line might do better as part of a song – perhaps about writers who aren’t much read any more.
I don’t know – do people still read Hemingway? I haven’t heard him mentioned for a long time.
Anyway… yesterday I had to leave Pinggk early as my mind threw a bit of a wobbly: there were some poems and pictures from Linda Hart, an artist who recently died; and for some reason I started to feel on the verge of collapse. On the way home it occurred to me that on Saturday it will be the anniversary of my Dad’s death – so I think that had a lot to do with it.
So today I shall be mostly… practising the ‘Man from Del Monte’ song and wrestling with the lines from the bath.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 