Week ending October 3
Every headache is the same headache.
It may have been convoluted on my part.
some sort of reality edging
I have weird abilities.
Everything is beautiful and everything ends.
only the moment in a yogic way can save me
One of those hypersensitive. Oh.
My device is irrelevant.
The pages I've skipped, leaving blank.
"Their lies enough"
Slept hard and fuzzy.
I kept saying to myself, I'll try harder,
and a voice says try less.
Dreamt I was leaving the castle.
It was a nice walk and I was happy.
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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.
