Down Memory Lane

[poliphilo]

I take down my paper diary and browse. I do this every once in a while. I think it will be amusing to drop in on my former self.  It never is.

It's more like wading through a morass.

Did I have a sense of humour in 1995? I certainly believed I did. But where's the evidence?

What makes the past such a gloomy place? I think it's the earnestness, the solemnity my past self displays in relation to things that just don't matter any more.

1995 is another century. Unreal. A world of ghosts.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Oh dear.

People who roar,"Do you know who I am?" are destined for one of the lowest circles of hell.

No, that's unfair. They're people for whom we should feel sorry.

I'm fond of Dag Hammarskjold's diary- "Markings". Very earnest. Very Swedish. I read the other day that Swedes hate W.H. Auden's "translation" of it because he peppered it with in-jokes and messages to his boyfriend.

Naughty Wystan!

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Well, good for him!