Week ending September 5
"Do your practice and all is coming."
Beauty is ethical.
Debt is a form of violence.
Meditated for a long time and feel like a snail.
Saw a bright blue cone, neon blue.
Oakland is good for remembering dreams.
I hope it is the solution
as I want it to be the solution and to never go back.
I guess I'll just wait for it to go into my brain and I'll die.
I always feel like Lurch in the Addams Family, shaking my head
in disbelief and annoyance.
I'm wearing my butterfly shirt, symbolizing lost souls.
And then I realized if I'm fast forwarding through a movie,
maybe I should just turn it off.
Dreamt of the Tin Man, and I was trying to find him a heart.
Maybe I'm always Diana Ross in my subconscious.
An overzealous beginning leads to a leaden ending.
I want fried okra.
(straddled across a park bench)
she decided to let them have their personality
How aesthetics commingles with social mores.
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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.
