On the train I discovered I'd forgotten to pack my phone. It forced me to pick up the book I am currently reading, Ulysses. P and I are reading it together. I've been dragging the chain a little I must confess. There are passages I've read that make me go a little gaga. I have the feeling I should start afresh from the beginning but worry in doing so, the meaning still wouldn't reveal itself. I get glimmers of meaning, get distracted then just read words on the page. Like viewing a beautiful scene through thick fog. It helped that I didn't have my phone this morning, no distractions. I listened to: Stars of the Lid while reading
I
did eventually leave Stephen on the beach, deeply immersed in his stream of consciousness.
I relaxed, let SotL sooth the rest of my journey. Today is a good day.
Sometimes I wonder if we're supposed to get that impressionistic feeling from books like that but try too hard to figure out what they mean. I know what you're saying, I think. At least we read them intensely, most of the time, if they're good.
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Am impressionistic view is all I'm aiming at at this stage. :)
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