Yesterday's chaos--three rambunctious dogs in the house--has given way to quiet, with the dogs who normally live here snoozing all morning. Time to return to writing. Having followed through on the interesting diversion that is Burke's early short fiction, and having decided that this 'diversion' is actually perfect for the book's introduction, I'm free to return to that last chapter. I haven't written that much page-wise, just rearranged some things, and put together a few key sentences that frame out the moves I want to make. But no matter. The chapter seems ready to be cranked out, a good comfort on a Friday.
The chapter will likely be called "Ailments, Ailments, Ailments" and will work through the Nietzschean idea of illness as creative, how sick, broken down, or stalled out bodies can offer up different or multiple perspectives, even, at times, protesting the 'normal' order of things.
Here's the short verse of Burke's that will open the chapter:
One-third insomnia/One-third art/One-third The Man/With the Cardiac Heart.
[Update]: This entry got me going, and I wrote a ton after lunch. hoo ha. Who says blogs are a waste of time? Suckahs!