glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pan is dead! It is 12:32 PM Wednesday afternoon in the holy roll flow. I am down in the lower level of our house writing on my old lap top. I tried using my new lap top but it is too hard to use. I bought last year in May 2013 a new Samsung lap top computer which I find difficult to figure out how to use. Also it is slow compared to my old lap top. I came down here this morning to catalog the used books I bought yesterday at the Friends of the Library used book sales-bag sale. I bought a lot of used books at the Friends of the Library used books sale! I have already put all those used books away and maybe someday I will look at them again. I am a book collector. I love having mountain of books in our home in the American Wasteland. I got up this morning around 6:25 AM and made a pot of coffee. Our main computer has been acting sick lately so after getting totally frustrated with the machine I went down in the lower level and laid down till 9:10 AM. I got up when I heard Carol getting up to face the light of day. So has gone by existence thus far today. Not much else to report. Last night I messed with our main computer till Carol got home. I watched television and then messed with my new used books till 11:30 PM and went to bed. Existence keeps going by like clock work. No way off the merry-go-round. I have only read today selections from the book, "The Poetry And Prose Of Heinrich Heine" selected and edited by Frederic Ewen. I will quote some Heinrich Heine before I go off into the gloom. "I cannot sleep any longer. My overexcited imagination is beset by the most bizarre nocturnal visions. Waking dreams come stumbling one after another and become strangely confused and appear as in a Chinese shadow-play, now dwarf-like, now enormously elongated, so that I am almost driven mad. In this condition it often seems to me that my own limbs have likewise expanded to colossal size, and with giant strides I am running back and forth between Germany and France. Yes, I remember, last night I ran in this fashion through all the German provinces and counties, and knocked on the doors of all my friends and roused them from their sleep. . . They glared at me with astonished, glassy eyes, so that I was afraid and could not say what I was doing or why I had awakened them. I poked the ribs of many fat Philistine who snored frightfully, and all he did was yawn and say, "What time is it?" I first came across Heinrich Heine reading a book titled, "The German Mind of the 19th Century: A Literary & Historical Anthology" Edited by Hermann Glaser. Also check out the book, "The Mind of the European Romantics" by H.G. Schenk. 1:10 p.m. - 2014-06-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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