Week 13
The other reading irony right now,
Ew, its in the water.
There will be activities later and someone will feed me.
A list of things I think about while meditating.
In the copying out it is somehow mine.
I have an error in my body.
How easily "it" changes to "them.
My nostalgia shot down.
I said "my what?"
A pink thank you card with owls, from Arielle.
And its only because money is an abstraction.
Is Day Book the word for Diary in boy-speak?
Overheard: "She needs to get a real private detective."
"She's going to be the counterpoint. We're trying to find a real counterpoint."
Fridays are so interminably exhausting.
If you could have poetry, why would you have anything else?
We are now in 1966.
Pages and pages of numbers.
Have to get a box though.
Duncan says: "The outrage of the war is the war's own way of taking over our minds." (Letter 384)
Realizing I may have been wrong, but then realizing I actually am right.
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About Diary of a 36th Year
I started writing in a paper journal right after my 36th birthday in October, 2008; it has become a collage of scrapbooking, diary writing, a lady's common place book, printed out web articles and blog entries, photos and pictures, poems, dreams, emails, lists, receipts, found items... What is excerpted here is the less embarrassing, and more textual fragments thereof.
Never, never forgetting Anais Nin, with an eye toward Joanne Kyger's journals & journal poems, and remembering Virginia Woolf's insistence that everything must be documented, the diary blog is a palimpsest of new narrative, old narrative, and post modern collage styles.
Updated every Sunday.
Never, never forgetting Anais Nin, with an eye toward Joanne Kyger's journals & journal poems, and remembering Virginia Woolf's insistence that everything must be documented, the diary blog is a palimpsest of new narrative, old narrative, and post modern collage styles.
Updated every Sunday.
