Week ending October 24
One tension replaced by another tension.
Conjuring up emotional states for the sake of a poetics.
All the rest of the night my dreams are consumed with this question.
A skipped page.
Wishing my whole life could be an atmospheric.
A general inquiry when you meant to inquire more specifically.
In the future, speaking in past tense about the present.
The floor is on the walls.
A split second when I could have turned back but I didn't.
Being relieved of hours.
Those who appear in dreams and those who do not.
Eleven minutes to decide.
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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.
