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A Day in the Life of a Musician
by Erik Satie

An artist must regulate his life.

Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.)

Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am.

My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself.

I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me.

My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely.

I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.

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well, now I understand why they kicked him out of that music school, he was clearly mad

A very amusing read, is there anything he couldn't do? Next you'll be telling us he could tap dance and make balloon animals.

Any news on the book?

[Ġakbu]

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I've been trying to buy some kind of book containing his writings, and yeah, he was quite a lazy but witty bloke (what more can you ask for?). I'm sure he must have taken the micky out of people quite a lot:

"It is divided into three movements, which closely approximate a symphony in form. The first, 'From Dawn to Noon on the Sea', begins with a thin, hauntingly grayed quality and grows animated in such a spiritual manner that it is hard to see how Debussy's friend Erik Satie could have forsaken his customary elegance to remark that he particularly enjoyed the part at a quarter past eleven."

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... the book, the book - it's in its third draft, and I remember you mentioning that guy who wrote those books about the Med, Cyprus or wherever it was - the evocations of the atmosphere; I think it has that sort of thing, unromanticized of course.

[Father Luke]

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I pass out about three in the morning. I rise about six or seven -- three or four hours later.
Everything else is a blur. Someone said I live in Portland, Oregon? I can't sing.

[Father Luke]

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Oh And...

I've been trying to buy some kind of book containing his writings, and yeah, he was
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[Ġakbu]

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Thanks Father Luke - price tag is a bit luscious, and the only time I found that book and another book similar to it with his letters and writings that was cheap, they were apparently, perpetually out of stock.

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[Ġakbu]

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Satie is not very well-known, so the book would be a bit pricey I guess - obviously I'm not buying it at that bloody price.

I make entries in the notebook whenever I get a poetic impulse; I don't go and write a poem immediately. If I get lines in my head, I throw them there. I keep a record of all the drafts that I do - it's only a project thus far, I want to see what kind of results I get, but it certainly feels more organized, which acts against the demoralizing feeling one gets if the poems seem to fail. So yeah, it seems good so far - I enjoy the act of writing with a pen, I use black ink, but they don't sell any moleskines here in this horrid little swamp of a place, which are the best notebooks for making entries.

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[Ġakbu]

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Better paper. Black looks nicer on a certain kind of paper.

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