Series VII. Notebooks, Journals, Notes. 1947-1952 [series]:
|box-folder Folder 154.
29, 1947 - [April] 1945.
(1 item. "Roses by Juan Gris...This seems to me a
sufficiently precise illustration -- I call the picture
unreservedly GREAT. Doing so, I pledge my critical ability.
29.xii.47....4.i.48. Ezra Pound. Whenever I take up one of his
books I feel there is a hard core of sanity beneath his "imputed
|box-folder Folder 155.
(1 item. Notes on Shakespeare's history
|box-folder Folder 156.
(1 item. The True Testament of Joseph
Necchi...Rimbaud...Camus...Looking back from page 200 it occurs to
me that Cain's Book is just the
|box-folder Folder 157.
Notebook: April-May 1951.
(1 item, 15 pp. "A diaristic itinerary...tied up in
Gagny...money as usual. Has done parts of Young Adam. A little
geography lesson....Wind from Bosphorus. Attitudes toward
existentialism, Sartre-Camus split, linguistics.")
|box-folder Folder 158.
Diary (abandoned): 14 September - 13 October, 1951.
(1 item, 14 pp. "4.ix.'51 Camped outside Paris: mud,
dripping water, mosquitos; & the rain. Money short as
usual...The past is tight; but within broad limits the future is
tight also. I meet my future through my attitudes which have a
certain resilience even in the face of catastophe...I did not
decide to leave the city of G. I was DECIDED....15.ix.'51. Saw
Paris for the last time for how long?...Sometimes, wandering about
the city during the summer, I would catch a glimpse of myself in a
shop window; a longhaired ill-clad creature, unshaven, an
anonymous member of the army of foreign shufflers who walk Paris
streets. I could detect it too in the faces of the
tourists....Leaving Glasgow, it was as tho' I had never been there
at all; those that did [or] do remember me remember me [only] as a
fool who wanted to write & who has since disappeared leaving
no trace. Leaving Paris it is different. I want to leave but I
have been there & I am remembered
by a few, not as a freak, but as a serious writer....13 October
1951...away from Paris I think one can see more in perspective
precisely what it means. It means a spiritual `feather-bed', a
community of apparently-striving men, so that you're not
alone....I'm not interested in the `atmospherics' of being a
writer: I'm interested in writing; & here, stuck on a piece of
wasteground with the sea on 3 sides I can't kid myself. Write, you
|box-folder Folder 159.
(1 item, 51 pp. "Get hold of all remaining copies of
Camus-Sartre editorials...Chronicle of proceedings against
homosexuals in England--Gielgud case....The finding out of new
things about the world must be preceded by the invention of terms
(symbols) to express them....The autobiography of W.
|box-folder Folder 160.
(1 item, 39 pp. "Dieppe: Grey day in August; sky with
luminous patches....The pale red wreck/ in the lobster shell/ is
wound round/ in the womb of the sea....")