the family

Finished Wallace's Broom.  Kaminski:  you don't suppose he would choose the books as the family story, do you?  Mother: Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own; Father: Sartre's Nausea; Child: Wallace's Broom.   Well, who knows?  Should I read Sartre at last?  Have never read anything by him.  Do I want to browse into Nausea or do I know enough "about" it already?  

starting again into Handke's The Second Sword   avenging  rhythm  place-pleasure 

28 My desire, if I have one at all:  to become aware of something by chance, yet, as described above, incorporate it fully into my imagination, once and for all, and then, under the spell of its image, drift off into a waking dream, awake to a degree unmatched by any other kind of wakefulness. 

glow, glimmer, gleam, even gray! differently  

29 "Could it be Eternal Recurrence?"  --- "No! What I saw, as a term and a thing, was the continuation." --"Eternal?" --- "No, just the continuation.  Onward to the continuation."

30  And I was filled with nameless delight in my current inactivity, and in the prospect of remaining inactive and letting things take their course, and on and on, et cetera and so forth.  

30 June  evening

great visit with Kim today, up from Newburyport and siblings, Olen in CO overseeing the kitchen renov.

How much I am enjoying every line of Handke---

47 And finally I, who usually couldn't bring myself to eat so much as a bite from early in the day until late morning or even early afternoon, actually felt hungry, and under the linden out in the yard consumed an apple, with intense enjoyment, an Ontario, as well as a piece of toasted pain festif from the local bakery, with each smack of my lips (that was how tasty this breakfast was) throwing my head back to gaze into the sky, as if I were enjoying the food of the gods.  I ate the apple as you sometimes eat pears, core and all.