Wednesday, June 26, 2002, 8:19 am, Vancouver, BC
Still afflicted by a cold, so am in a foul mood this morning. However, cabin fever having become unsupportable, I did cycle the Seawall yesterday, if somewhat slowly, and felt the better for it.
However, to complicate matters, the hard drive – a mere 14 months of age – on Gloria’s machine packed it in yesterday morning, so that had to be attended to, and promptly ate half the day.
Have concluded reading Durant’s interesting chapter on Francis Bacon; resumed Thayer for a short bit; deluged by periodicals since.
I’ve been thinking a great deal about Rilke’s poem Archaïscher Torso Apollos:
denn da ist keine Stelle,
die dich nicht sieht. Du mußt dein Leben ändern.
for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.