9.00 am: Studiology. ‘One Day’ alloys a sense of despair and militancy. These are also characteristics of the race riots and civil rights protests in the USA, during July 1964. Having reached the centre of the composition, a new motif needed to be introduced. I began to insert the Scourby/King collages, of which the drone track is the stretched composit.…

8.00 am: A Communion. 8.30 am: I entered the studio ferociously, completely clear in my mind about what needed to be done today, in the next few months, and over the year to come. At such times, it feels as though the soul enlarges and presses outwards, threatening to rent its bodily constraint asunder; just as the body, too, will…

These days, I dream more than I’ve done in a very long time. Last night, I overheard a discussion between several member of an Antarctic science team who were involved in something shady and duplicitous. I thought to myself: ‘If I could remember the scenario, I’d have the makings of a radio play.’ Of course, on waking, all recollections, save…

Armistice Day. This is my ‘Uncle’ Frank. Actually, he was my mother’s uncle: the husband of my maternal grandmother’s sister, ‘Auntie’ Dorothy. (She was lovely.) He’s the only member of my mother’s family who’d served in the forces. All the other men (and some of the women) worked in the coal mines, and were therefore exempt from National Service. Frank…

8.00 am: A Communion. 8.45 am: Studiology. In the evenings, over the past few days, I’ve re-engaged the composition entitled ‘The Lesser Light’. This references the Ranger 7 probe that took the first photographs of the moon’s surface in July 1964. I’d not been satisfied with the tonalities and eventfulness of the piece. In response, I added more and more:…