Week 8
Predetermining loses.
A list of Goodwill finds.
He says his life is changed.
My ears are ringing.
It looked weird so I didn't eat it.
Texans always want to fight and clear the air.
I want to paint my nails and I don't want to paint my nails.
How my narrative returns.
"beginning dump of physical memory"
Or is all religion merely a secularism overlaid onto spirituality?
That my way of making do has become the thing I cling to.
Dreamt of a house. I always dream of a house.
Or if I am happy to be sad.
I can't get away but that doesn't seem to be the question.
A list of things you can do in a building with no purpose.
A list of possible chapbooks embedded in this diary.
A list of things I need to do on the computer.
NPR says that the word solstice means "the sun standing still."
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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.
