Week ending August 22
If I quit drinking and start going to bed at a decent hour.
In my unconscious states, I always have a job I love.
the I'm going to faint or throw up feeling
I would like to get a bicycle.
My left ear is still fucked up.
And I looked out my window —
which was my childhood bedroom window —
and I indeed saw a frog hopping away.
The clues lead to inconclusivity.
"Disenchantment of the concept is the antidote of philosophy."
So good at surfaces.
Then all these reliefs come.
"empathically reversed gracelessness"
I would've done anything and I did.
Not sure if I'm holding the scales or some abstraction is.
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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.
