slowlogging

oh goodness someone read my last year's blog today, and that would have been without much scrolling back because this is december and only my second time of 2019 blogging - or should it be slogging? slowlogging I think is the best compromise.

it's nice to be so slow - so slow that when I read back over my previous entry it's like something completed by another. time and poor memory the great recontextualisers.

perhaps i don't blog because i don't have anything to say, or perhaps because i don't think there is anyone there to say it to or perhaps because i like my fellows in 2019 tend towards more instant, more momentary, more immediate ways of making my public mark - photo - there! quick caption or comment done! speedy to do, speedy to take in.

and this year has been marked with a new or renewed interest in speed - a re-entry into climbing and a very slow immersion in the running world - slow in all senses of the word but nevertheless speeding up each time I go for it. i like this new sporty self, and the regular little landmarks in the week, little social landmarks, where i meet with others to push and sweat and challenge together - i am definitely not a lone long distance, or even short metred, runner.

have had an interesting discussion today, making connections, and also not yet making, between archaeology and poetry. Lots to think about here. In a way of course poets are archaeologists: to me archaeology means digging things up, excavating layers, and this of course is what poets do - intense sometimes forensic scrutiny of language, but the OED tells me that archaeology involves systematic description and scientific study of remains. Perhaps poets are more interested in what does not remain, reaching for it through what does - but of course this too could be what the archaeologist tries to do - you can only read the trace maker through the trace. i just think we approach that reading in really quite diverse ways