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Monday, 22 May 2006
The academic coil.
Crowded with light, an intense grey from the window and the sills reflecting as solid white bands. Yesterday's re-memories are close, apostrophed and footnoted and correct.
The academic push, works being completed at a progressive rate; this can be called progress. Three reading lists dispensed with, bibliographies intact and sources referenced. These are the final stages and come easily.
It is, however, the opening of a new chapter, the final research project of this semester, that sings loud. Moving into culture and imperialism once more, facts of nation and fictions of narration piling in, clamouring for weight and discussion. Nine articles to be read somewhere during the ensuing week.
Then to planning and more, the situation of loss, the culling of weak ideas and the promotion of a tight coil at the centre, a circle of linked concepts that turn back on themselves in order top prove themselves; the academic flux that plays at the heart of all my work must retain strength whilst commanding flexibility. The universal applicable, the local remedy, the questioning answer that refuses to lie still.
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