James Joyce’s Portrait of The Artist As a Young Man – Down to the last twenty-five pages, having gotten stuck on Stephen’s philosophy on beauty and rereading it a couple times over. Moving on a bit, I sense a return to the romanticist writing of his lusty teens, and will quite possibly finish this up tonight. But I do intend to set aside the pages on beauty to reread once again and compare with Plato’s own essays.
Carson McCullers’ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter – I love this reading, I love the characters and the depth the story pulls me into their world. I’d set it aside once I’d come close to finishing Joyce and will get back involved in it in a day or two.
Silent Hill 2 – Therapeutic to get out my aggressions right now, but just like in real life I got killed in the end.
Longinus’ On The Sublime – Slowly moving into the first section, available online. Most likely will order it in paperback shortly.
Macromedia Flash8 – Frustration at such a slow progress in learning; maybe I just don’t have the head for it right now. I’m also considering taking a course since I may need the more structured method of learning rather than working days on getting a single ball to bounce and then screwing it up.
Writing – Ground to a halt; nothing new, no needed revisions being worked upon. My Muse has left the building.
So that’s the agenda in my literary journey to date, but I do hope that with dumping some problems in other areas of life I’ll be able to set up for an exciting summer of reading, writing and learning.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
oddly, i found a stray muse this morning whispering thus…
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
is he your lost muse perhaps?
Something in him sounds familiar, and yet I may have turned him out in not listening to his words. Dally with him for a bit, for I would only cause him shame and disappointment.