I managed to get out and about - I mean the snow was no problem - and the buses ran - I could have cycled but I think it is still a bit too slippery for Klutz boy. I know my limitations. I spent this morning working on the book - which I suppose is good - in its way. Trouble is all these big metaphysical questions come up like targets at a fair ground (remember those?). So "meaning", "information", "communication" -- all big concepts, and mighty difficult to get a grip on, if one wants to discuss them in biology. Of course we all know what meaning is...you know what I mean. :-) . So some progress made looking at information theory and meaning. Next as I said off to city, looked at the pond in the King's Garden. Totally frozen. Dread to think where all the four moor hen are. If it was up to me - I would arrange a heated space for the duration of winter - of course that would be so interventionist of me - and do more harm to the ecology. However I do love these birds! I went to the art gallery and chatted with one of the people in charge - great conversation - wide ranging from video games like Call of Duty to my latest acquisition - a print - an eighteenth century print. The downside was I had to carry the thing around with me - and when I went for my second cup of coffee at the station (with the aeblesnitte) I had to park the print next to my chair. Two women then accosted me with "Are you an artist?" They were very nice, but I got the feeling that art for them was a personal expression thingy, whereas in my case I tend to be interested in the history of art and art as a creative act. Of course they were sincere in their judgments - me I just BSed something about the print - which became a focal point. Maybe people should lug around strange objects - like the guy who took a fridge around him. Maybe I shall bring a toilet seat with me. What else?
How do poems arise? They seem to bubble to the fore - much quicker than a story - and novels... Is writing poetry snacking? No not at all. A close friend of mine is a serious writer and she has her second collection out. For her poetry is a vocation - and she is very good at it. Me. I pretend. :-)