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A Necklace of Memorable Days

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"Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonising preoccupation with self."

Iris Murdoch, The Nice and The Good

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

" She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."

Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being


"Why did I write any of my books, after all? For the sake of the pleasure, for the sake of the difficulty. I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions."

Vladamir Nabokov

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This pile of boards was salvaged from one of the Montreal distilleries. It was once part of the racks that held whiskey barrels. When it was planed down, the whole building smelled of resins and whiskey for days!
That's Joseph in the background, the cabinetmaker whose shop is next door to my studio.
22nd Sep 2009, 00:34   | tags:,,,,

Helen says:

Mmmmmmm sounds divine.

22nd Sep 2009, 00:37

Helen says:

And, oh, how I want my own swing.

22nd Sep 2009, 00:41

SLG says:

how wonderful

22nd Sep 2009, 00:46

Caine says:

What wonderful wood. I'd like a swing too.

22nd Sep 2009, 00:49

swamprose says:

okay, I am setting up my trapeze in the studio.
not fair. a swing and whiskey fumes. not fair at all.

22nd Sep 2009, 01:29

JokerXL says:

XL-ent! What will they be used for? Cabinets, presumably, but what?

22nd Sep 2009, 06:21

paintist says:

I bet it smells wonderful too....

22nd Sep 2009, 06:44

mara says:

I love the top one

22nd Sep 2009, 07:03

nige says:

That is fab. Really like the idea of those salvaged boards.

22nd Sep 2009, 08:00

Viv says:

me too

22nd Sep 2009, 13:05