diary 17 July 13 2009 thingness

Reading about Shelley's childhood, full of imagined beings that he still drew in his notebooks until his sudden end, as mine are in this protracted coda of creativity I'm playing, I began to question what beings are not imagined and why do we separate from things that are also imagined beings? It's also powerful to realize how similar his first school in the late 18th century was, and his experience, to mine in the 1940's: the two ears have many similarities & continuities, at least in European culture. To stand outside these "traditions" and see the thing as thing seems a wise choice, though plainly impossible!