{"id":59663,"date":"2019-03-22T06:01:05","date_gmt":"2019-03-22T06:01:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/?p=59663"},"modified":"2019-03-22T07:34:16","modified_gmt":"2019-03-22T07:34:16","slug":"autumn-journal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/autumn-journal\/","title":{"rendered":"autumn journal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Now it is morning again, the 25th of October,<br \/>\nIn a white fog the cars have yellow lights;<br \/>\nThe chill creeps up the wrists, the sun is sallow,<br \/>\nThe silent hours grow down like stalactites.<br \/>\nAnd reading Plato talking about his Forms<br \/>\nTo damn the artist touting round his mirror,<br \/>\nI am glad that I have been left the third best bed<br \/>\nAnd live in a world of error.<br \/>\nHis world of capital initials, of transcendent<br \/>\nIdeas is too bleak;<br \/>\nFor me there remain to all intents and purposes<br \/>\nSeven days in the week<br \/>\nAnd no one Tuesday is another and you destroy it<br \/>\nIf you subtract the difference and relate<br \/>\nIt merely to the Form of Tuesday. This is Tuesday<br \/>\nThe 25th of October, 1958.<br \/>\nAristotle was better who watched the insect breed,<br \/>\nThe natural world develop,<br \/>\nStressing the function, scrapping the Form in Itself,<br \/>\nTaking the horse from the shelf and letting it gallop.<br \/>\nEducation gives us too many labels<br \/>\nAnd clich\u00e9s, cuts too many Gordian knots;<br \/>\nTrains us to keep the roads nor reconnoitre<br \/>\nAny of the beauty-spots or danger-spots.<br \/>\nNot that I would rather be a peasant; the Happy Peasant<br \/>\nLike the Noble Savage is a myth;<br \/>\nI do not envy the self-possession of an elm-tree<br \/>\nNor the aplomb of a granite monolith.<br \/>\nAll that I would like to be is human, having a share<br \/>\nIn a civilised, articulate and well-adjusted<br \/>\nCommunity where the mind is given its due<br \/>\nBut the body is not distrusted.<\/p>\n<p><em>[Dagboek\/gedicht van Louis MacNeice, geschreven in 1938. De volledige tekst staat op archive.org. Ik lees een oranje boek, keer terug naar een oude minnaar, ruik aan het papier en kijk naar de lucht, de zon kleurt vandaag alles grijs. The body is not to be distrusted, intussen klikt en klikt en klikt het brein en leest in het nieuws van de dag dat de man tegen het absurde en miljarden verslindende klimaatbeleid is. Je hebt kortzichtige meningen te slikken. Je krijgt rechte komkommers in plastic, geen kromme. Mensen die macht willen hebben niet genoeg aan het lezen van een boek. Het is oorlog. Het gaat oorlog worden. Het gaat altijd oorlog worden. Het wordt altijd oorlog. And one read black where the other read white, his hope \/ The other man&#8217;s damnation. Vanochtend sprong een jong katje op tegen mijn been, speels, vol leven, op de dijk huppelde het een stukje achter me aan voor het onder een aanhanger verdween op zoek naar iets anders. Ik droom van een kitten in huis die gaten in de gordijnen trekt, en tijdens het eten van brokjes omvalt, in slaap, door de zon.]<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now it is morning again, the 25th of October, In a white fog the cars have yellow lights; The chill creeps up the wrists, the sun is sallow, The silent hours grow down like stalactites. And reading Plato talking about his Forms To damn the artist touting round his mirror, I am glad that I<a href=\"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/autumn-journal\/\" class=\"read-more\">Read more &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[485],"tags":[441,3215,3214],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59663"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=59663"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59663\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":59677,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59663\/revisions\/59677"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=59663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=59663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.imhd.nl\/log\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=59663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}