Week ending May 30
Fortune tellers grabbing my hands everywhere I go.
A completely nonverbal dream.
Naked, up all night, in the kitchen, on the floor, eating jars and jars of Gnutella.
Like a day long heart attack, but I never die.
He encourages falling.
The ink used to print it was extremely dangerous, but I wanted it anyway. Even if it killed me.
The state of being a woman, and what cannot be escaped.
Testing the waters is delusionary, because there is no water.
I want to read everything I see instantly.
I cannot hear but instead feel the slammed door.
I have lots and lots and lots of tape.
Because I am right at my limit.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Week 29
Week ending May 23
Wanting to hear the audience more than those on stage.
all words words words and then we realize we haven't been teaching them images and so they have no idea how to process images.
The question I don't dare ask.
I could see all the people I was passing were looking though me, not seeing me.
It was a poetry reading with a theme.
I know she came into my dream so I would call her.
We have more of an audience than we ever did.
Intermingling calves, and whether to give up desire for pleasure.
Everyone is reading.
Wanting to hear the audience more than those on stage.
all words words words and then we realize we haven't been teaching them images and so they have no idea how to process images.
The question I don't dare ask.
I could see all the people I was passing were looking though me, not seeing me.
It was a poetry reading with a theme.
I know she came into my dream so I would call her.
We have more of an audience than we ever did.
Intermingling calves, and whether to give up desire for pleasure.
Everyone is reading.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Week 28
Week ending May 16
I will never get enough sleep.
If I had normal time to occupy.
Bargaining with dreams.
Go read what I wrote, it's funny.
I've forgotten the lyric or she is after someone else
and this this is what wants me.
The misery of sitting.
Then my phone buzzed and woke me up.
Wish I had something I never returned.
Cannon fodder
a kind of crepuscular lethargy
as if overnight he had surreptitiously gained twenty pounds
Mickey, like the mouse
history, which is a simple whore
retronourished
I probably didn't say the right things.
The coffee tastes weird but maybe its the soymilk.
Tomorrow everything ends.
I admitted to doing something very bad today.
A narrative film is not like a narrative poem.
I have to figure out a way to not feel what I'm feeling.
What is too dramatic and what is not dramatic enough?
I will never get enough sleep.
If I had normal time to occupy.
Bargaining with dreams.
Go read what I wrote, it's funny.
I've forgotten the lyric or she is after someone else
and this this is what wants me.
The misery of sitting.
Then my phone buzzed and woke me up.
Wish I had something I never returned.
Cannon fodder
a kind of crepuscular lethargy
as if overnight he had surreptitiously gained twenty pounds
Mickey, like the mouse
history, which is a simple whore
retronourished
I probably didn't say the right things.
The coffee tastes weird but maybe its the soymilk.
Tomorrow everything ends.
I admitted to doing something very bad today.
A narrative film is not like a narrative poem.
I have to figure out a way to not feel what I'm feeling.
What is too dramatic and what is not dramatic enough?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Weeks 26 and 27
Weeks ending May 2 and May 9
A list of all the music poems so far.
emails about elvis and the building
Then a plastic robot dog with no head comes through.
80's version of milkshakes.
Post-it from my neighbor found on my laundry basket.
Forgetting to forget thinking about this.
Totally a grid and I love a grid.
Was made to walk on a mirror last night.
She said: "Anything, even if it is a gel pen."
Found notecards with quotes and character lists.
Lillian told me not to worry.
The end that I could not say is actually the beginning.
Demonstration handouts.
A list of all the music poems so far.
emails about elvis and the building
Then a plastic robot dog with no head comes through.
80's version of milkshakes.
Post-it from my neighbor found on my laundry basket.
Forgetting to forget thinking about this.
Totally a grid and I love a grid.
Was made to walk on a mirror last night.
She said: "Anything, even if it is a gel pen."
Found notecards with quotes and character lists.
Lillian told me not to worry.
The end that I could not say is actually the beginning.
Demonstration handouts.
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