Week ending September 12
The fact of cruelty.
Finally got a broom.
so many dreams live lost
I have every sexual power.
for the trees over and over
Nostalgia is a form of violence to the present.
Stuffed animals as first sexual experiences.
the secret point after all
"Got tired of starting from square one over and over again."
At least its not that day anymore.
My top key fell out.
Slugging back straight apple cider vinegar.
even if they don't think they do
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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.
