Week 16
And it was like wandering through a city or country you lived in years and years ago.
If I were of a mystical bent, or if I was into number symbolism, I would be very curious indeed.
Plutosofia
Maybe it was a part of a nightmare, but it is a nightmare that is my actual life.
And maybe that is what I want to say to myself.
The confidence to say things very precisely.
It is the last aspect of that fear that will be defeated.
Why do I always dream of cows?
The only thing that's a matter of life or death, is life or death literally.
Why do I write things like that down?
As long as the question remains unanswered or is vaguely answered.
This relay race of fermatas.
Giving up my bias.
Maybe there is nothing my psyche has to tell me.
Mutability a strength.
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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.
