Tuesday, 27 July 2010

Summer Time Blues

A sultry inactivity has descended over the Pimpernel household, that seems to drain its occupants of any desire to do anything! *sigh*

I have bee trying to motivate myself - my chapter should have been edited and in about a fortnight ago and I haven't even looked at it without flinging it aside in a kind of wanton 'I have a fit of the Victorian vapours' sort of a way!

Summers are for indolence, languidity, somnolent reveries, sauntering, picnics, after sun (fat chance in Scotland I hasten to add) and basically recharging the very depleted batteries that have been exhausted over the winter. Work - what is this thing! It feels like Lady Macbeth's dagger -

"What is this work I see before me" .... and like Lady Macbeth I am in total denial about the immediacy of the situation, the gravity of not completing my draft and the panic which is just round the corner should I continue to delay!

A good thing is that when I come here and off load my moans and groans I generally go back and have a slightly more productive day! This is the space which allows me to rethink my strategies and possibly it has the effect of getting my brain into work mode once more.

I had a thoughtful email from a member of staff today who had stumbled across a new publication which is very pertinent to my studies, so that prompted an immediate flurry as I pressed the one click buy button on Amazon - no point waiting for the library to buy it! My Ph.D will be long finished! (oh that made me chuckle - everyone knows it will never be finished!)

I did wake with a few sentences in my head with which to try and launch the final segment of the Vorticism section - so I've jotted those down and now ... well now I feel exhausted darlings! ;)

Ah today I feel very much like the poem by ee cummings - 'my mind is ... (XXV)'

my mind is... (XXV) by E. E. Cummings
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.
My lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings end up here most of the time!

It isn't helping that every time I start to think about things my mind wanders to what I might be going to blip that day!  Shocking! I have been possessed of the photographic urge! 

Having said all that I am in need of a cup of tea and some food - on and perhaps a recline on the deck with a good novel   the latest study in little magazines! 


  1. Easily distracted this sultry afternoon. Also finding it difficult to write (and I'm getting paid for it).Interesting blog. Also like the layout.

  2. Love the poem and the cartoon! My favourite shopping bag is one with the Pig of Happiness!


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