Summer’s here & tons of light pours hot butter sun waffles through the big leaded windows of my dining area/front hall & the living room wide arch to my left. Always a good idea to have the living room to your left, I suppose. It’s white, fresh, with a good floor & the sun pours in. I have a 7′ × 3′ table that I bought from Wilkie, a friend, up against the front hall rad. Tons of space for papers, folders, unread books, typewriter, the works. Much better than the middle room I used for a study. I shower in the morning & work all day in my underwear. I don’t need very much after all. Rent, of course, but not much else. I don’t even eat that much in the summer. It was always my best time when I was a child. Steaks & mashed potatoes are winter food. So I’m regressing & advancing at the same time. I’m becoming slimmer & more relaxed & civil with my friends.
The trees are huge outside. Dark green. Good view of big dark green trees loaming up above houses as far west as Brunswick. Birds fly around. Nothing unusual that would interest my friend Carol. Starlings, pigeons, sparrows. The good birds, if you want to make a differentiation between colours or size, are outside in the back eating my Armenian landlord’s lingonberry tree and crapping on his red ’86 Buick Skylark. Am I writing very much? 8–10 pages a day which is probably more than I should be, but I’m in love, or impatient, or maybe just too sure of myself. I have decided that I am a man who was never meant to wear clothes. Dressed I merely exhibit the fact that I’m a largely unpublished writer, a genius, perhaps, thank you; naked, almost, I return to my usual more competent seraphic self. i.e. I am more creative. I produce more work every day, enjoy even the simplest meal, pace myself more slowly in love-making & sleep like a child.
My old friends, I love you so much. But every day I reject more & more of the tinfoil you have tried to pass on to me; & every day I become healthier, stronger & more, I believe in my heart, what my parents originally had in mind. Listen to enormous amounts of classical music. Spend a lot of time in the sun. Royal Comfort, & Calvin Klein. One slice of Steele’s Bakery dark rye with peanut butter before morning coffee.