But ahhh, to write nounlessly is to live anew, not to be tied to thinking concretely, not to be anchored, not to be grounded, but rather to lift off and fly, as if previously to write was just to crawl, penned in, hemmed in, restricted.
And I might add, like an Oasis song, to say everything and yet say nothing. (The traditional way to express this is to call it “abstract nonsense“; the book Abstract and Concrete Categories: The Joy of Cats has this cute limerick which captures the feeling:
There’s a tiresome young man from Bay Shore.
When his fiancée said, “I adore
The beautiful sea,”
He said, “I agree,
It’s pretty, but what is it for?”)
Journal time: I came back from a week back home in Hampshire today, after going with my brother to the Muse concert at Wembley on Sunday. (Woo! That was brilliant!) We also went to a Spanish restaurant for Dad’s birthday, which was pretty tasty.
Our degree results came out yesterday, but I wasn’t around to get them, so I’m having to hold my breath until Monday.