Below are miscellaneous journal entries (or, legal pad notes, rather) that Tom wrote while at Yale. I liked these. I also liked the drawing at the bottom. Look out!
This is meant to be a preamble. I feel as if I must write everything at once.
It must all be written in one day. All proper.
Well that will not, can not, happen. I’m afraid there is just too much for one day. So I’ll have to get into the idea of continuity as conceived over a long time. Long?? two days, a week, a month. Heaven forbid a year.
Am I at the end of my preamble?
Why must I be so intent on examining myself.
I always want to be. I want to write whatever appears before me the half-second before. The same with drawing. To be myself, just as it is. Is art the refinement of this? The selecting and editing. Great art is, I suppose.
