Week 9
What is broken is in my way.
My predictions for 2008.
I might be remembering the wrong thing or replacing a false memory over the real one that I can't remember or because I can't remember.
Connection between banking adjustments and yoga ones.
No decision was ever made yet we change course anyway.
I must be the cow.
Someone asking Jon Waters for a pardon.
I need to have nightmares for a poetry project.
I will be sad when it's done.
This is the last page of the notebook that lasted only exactly two months.
Something to do with becoming a star and a bleeding fire which does not hurt.
(Vol. II)
Maybe words only limit because no word exists for this place that I dreamt of and so I have to come up with an approximation that is not quite right.
Definitions necessarily limit.
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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.
