Week ending July 25
Entrance is entering.
Everything empty except for that which needs to be emptied.
Dreaming dreams.
"Like a riot, not a show."
A list of things I threw away, and cramps.
All kinds of things interfering with my daydreaming.
Enmeshed in emotional states.
I don't often think about the fact that I'm a woman in a political way.
A list of directions to places.
If you can say "a case."
So that is fear issue #2.
Need steam.
& I want to tell stories.
Rockets are the only thing I can think of.
I could use a box cutter.
The time line is disintegrating.
I hear speeding motors and dramatic music.
Finally, I'm processing something.
It would actually be a good conversation to have.
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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.
