Friday, July 2, 2010
5 AM, nearly. Yesterday’s session was wonderful material. Why did it knock me down so — for most of the day, in fact? Or was that unrelated?
You were particularly on the beam yesterday, and so paradoxically enough it came to look like it took more out of you in a shorter time — come to think of it, you might phrase it, “more came through you in a shorter time,” and your body paid a certain price. We’ll watch for you.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
5 AM. I stopped at Barnes and Noble and bought five Fitzgeralds. Re-reading The Great Gatsby first, because it is an old friend, and perhaps will ease me into reading him as his short stories definitely did not. Also, the next volume of Nevins’ history of the Civil War arrived in yesterday’s mail. Quite a plethora of books to read; I’m a little bit overwhelmed.
Good morning, friends. Anything special on your minds today?
No? Then I guess it’s up to me. All right, Papa, let’s talk about F. Scott Fitzgerald and me. Yesterday I was moved to buy five of his books, after having been unable to read the book of his short stories that I had borrowed. Other than “The Lost Decade,” they seemed so shallow and even silly — just an impression from titles, and reading the first few pages of “A Diamond As Big As The Ritz” and “Bernice Bobs Her Hair” — that I returned the book and thought I was finished with. But then I return with Tender Is The Night, The Beautiful And Damned, This Side Of Paradise and Gatsby. I’m wondering: why.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
7:30 AM. A lot of communicating, yesterday — 23 pages of journal. I don’t really know where to go with this today, but I have the sense, still, that you do, Papa. I have the continuing sense that you have your own point of view, of your life from the inside, that you want to get over.
That’s right. And it isn’t just vanity, or scratching an itch. Those things can motivate over here, don’t let anybody tell you they can’t, for people are people whether they have a body or not. But I am working with you on another level — as you would put it — to bring forward another project.