repetition

Poems in the morning: I'm making false translations of a book of Dutch poetry by young people from the 1960s. Leicester on Wednesdays or Thursdays (Wednesdays I can stay til 8 p.m., which means I get a 9-hour day in the studio and still don't have to pay the peak travel prices). I'm making more etchings (a new series); that's another kind of multiple. Thesis in the afternoons, I'm working on my new chapter now and it's refreshing (though I really need the screenplay to arrive in order to do more work). Job applications, which are now a matter of refining the letter and CV that are already 'good enough'. A certain rhythm to cooking--and company. Repetition makes a human-scale (me-scale) calendar out of time which is otherwise endless to this small being stranded in its midst.