Yesterday a total loss due to the urgent stuff, both time and energy consumed, little to show for it but a migraine at the end of the day.
This morning up early to write monthly report, peaceful. Read a lot of Elizabeth Bishop last night, going to sleep. Enjoyed how she wrote to her much-loved mentor in October 1917, ELIZABETH KNOWS BEST, refusing to accept any of the changes the mentor had wrought: the rhymes, the rhythm and the name of her poem The Roosters (to The Cock!). It is now one of her most famous poems, anti-war.
With regard to the vilanelle: a helpful suggestion received about the 'good name', a better line repeated, something like "My good name is all I've got to leave you", tying in with the first one, "Everything you own..., "