The Bane of all on Earth that I Lov'd
3-22-00 W 11:11 AM
[pencil sketch of a shapely young woman, perhaps ala Brooke McEldowney's "9 Chickweed Lane"] My brother was at the house when I got home from the staff meeting. He had a story about puking in "Baywatch" star David Chokachi's brand new BMW on the way to a party after drinking in a bar all evening. They used his shirt to mop up the vomit, and he went into the party and passed out in the dog's basket. He had to take a topless cab ride up to LA from there. I typed a spotty third-person page last night. Talked to Peachtree. I'm going to be in his wedding party, so I've got to go to the bachelor party in Vegas, I guess. I went to bed around ten thirty, I think. I didn't get out of bed early enough to write this morning. AGAIN. Rode to work. Talked to Harvard this morning. Whipped through the paper while the kids looked up their new vocabulary words in the dictionary. Got to track down Stone today. Got some pasta to eat at lunch. It's in a clear plastic container, and I put it outside in the sun hoping it will heat enough that I don't have to go down to the breakroom microwave. Got to go to the literacy network class after school today. Work on Jim when I get home. Read some Out of the Dust. Got to LACAS. Type fifteen. Maybe we can get some videos.
"I act with benevolence & Virtue & get murder'd time after time."
"Where any view of money exists, Art cannot be carried on, but War only by pretences [sic] to the two impossibilities, Chastity and Abstinence."
[pencil sketch of Blake's "Aged Ignorance Perciptive [sic] organs closed their objects close]
"When God commanded
this hand to write
In the studious hours
of deep midnight,
He told me the writing
I wrote should prove
The Bane of all that
on Earth I lov'd."
Blake writes about "the eternal consummation of Vegetable Life and Death with its Lusts."
"Men are admitted to Heaven not because they have curbed their passions or because they have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of Heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of Intellect...The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so holy. Holiness is not the Price of Entrance into Heaven."