October 9th, 2015

the existentialists throw themselves screaming into frenzied jitterbugs and boogie-woogies

It is here where we live in West Michigan 10:08 AM Friday morning. Outside this morning it is damp and gray. We are predicted by the weather authorities to have sunshine this weekend. I love the Light.

Right now I am still sick from a bad cold. I slept terribly last night. Lately I have not getting much sleep due to being sick and other things. I am thankful I do not have to go to a job being sick. When I was working I often worked sick as a dog. I did not want to use my vacation time so I worked sick. When I got laid off from my job I had achieved three weeks of paid time. But you did not get paid if you were sick. If you called in sick you could use your vacation time so as to get a full paycheck on your pay day. So here I sit feeling sick talking to myself down in the lower level. Carol is upstairs using our main computer right now.

Carol and I got up around 5:55 AM this morning. We went grocery shopping early this morning. On the way home we stopped at a local church for their rummage sale. I wanted to see if they were selling any used books at this giant rummage sale. I found two used books both which I had already had in our library, but one was a hardback edition whereas the one I had is an old paperback edition.

"A Frolic Of His Own" a novel by William Gaddis (I now have three editions of this novel.)

"Dangerous Pilgrimages: Transatlantic Mythologies and the Novel" by Malcolm Bradbury (I have already this book in paperback but this edition is a hardback edition in mint condition with a cover.)

So the morning goes by. I have no plans for the day ahead of me. I will read my books and drift through the day.

I have been mainly reading these two books lately-

"Exiled in Paris: Richard Wright, James Baldwin, Samuel Beckett, and Others on the Left Bank" by James Campbell

"Love and Death in the American Novel" by Leslie A. Fielder

I will close to feel sick.
  • Current Music
    Mogwai 'Come On Die Young'

yet the Lord thinketh upon me

Psalm 40

[1] I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
[2] He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
[3] And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
[4] Blessed is that man that maketh the LORD his trust, and respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
[5] Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
[6] Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.
[7] Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is written of me,
[8] I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart.
[9] I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O LORD, thou knowest.
[10] I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation.
[11] Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O LORD: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
[12] For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
[13] Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
[14] Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.
[15] Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say unto me, Aha, aha.
[16] Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: let such as love thy salvation say continually, The LORD be magnified.
[17] But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.
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    Mogwai 'Come On Die Young'

nothing less than a total revolution in the consciousness of his time

It is now in my own personal private flow 4:54 PM late Friday afternoon Eastern Standard Time. The sun is shining and I can hear the wind blowing outside. Leaves are falling off trees to the earth.

I had a quiet day trying to get over a bad cold and a sore throat. I mainly read today when not falling asleep a book titled, "Love and Death in the American Novel" by Leslie A. Fielder. I watched on Amazon Prime an old Firing Line hosted by William F. Buckley having a conversation on American literature with Leslie A. Fielder today.

In the mail this afternoon I received a used book I had ordered from Amazon titled, "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal" a memoir by Jeanette Winterson.

There is not much else to report this evening about my day. I do not know what I will do next. I am extremely tired so I might go to bed early this evening. Tomorrow I once again volunteer at the Herrick District Library used books store from 10 AM till 1 PM. We might watch college football tomorrow afternoon. It all depends how we feel tomorrow afternoon if we will watch college football.

I have been thinking about what makes a novel good. I am not one to write book reviews, but I have been asking myself why certain novels I consider good and not bad. I have been lately seeking to make videos for my YouTube Channel and have not yet made a video where I review the books I have been reading or have read in the recent past. Amazon is always asking me to review the books I buy from them. I just do not know how to write a book review. I would still like to review books I have read, but have not found the right method to accomplish such a task. Any ideas on how to write or give a book review?

I will close to wait out the rest of this day.
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    Mogwai 'Hardcore Will Never Die'