Entry 13 — The Null Zone
The null zone–I’m in it again. Not sure why, for my health is improving, and nothing else in my life is going particular wrong. But I just can’t think of anything to write about here. And I had two lines of a poem started last night in bed I can only remember the gist of the second line of. Usually if I can remember that much, the rest comes back to me. I also remember thinking of a topic to discuss two nights ago, but remembering only that it lead back to my ordaining that there are two kinds of aesthetic pleasure, narrative or sagaceptual aesthetic pleasure and sensual or protoceptual pleasure.
Oh, well, I did get something done that may prove of some consequence: I e.mailed Ivars Peterson about my mathematical poetry. He’s a well-known science writer who seems interested in subjects like it. He wrote one article about the mathematical visual art of John sims. I’d been meaning to expose him to my work for two or more months, but dawdled.
There, that’s it for this entry.
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