Week 20
Unless I write it in the bath?
I feel refreshed and deeply tired simultaneously.
What if when I said "Just for you," she believed me?
I wonder if more stress helps.
I need to be busier and less disciplined.
This notebook has two front covers.
I'm calling that please it's so hard to relax.
Nobody is happy because they don't have a home.
I was feeling sexual shame and so I bought a vibrator.
A list of things that are hard to do in yoga.
A list of things to buy in bulk.
A postcard from Micah and a library receipt.
Maybe the point is not to stop expressing but to stop having something to express.
Its not real if I can see through it.
Gossiping as a trying to pin reality down and define it.
What will I do with the rope?
Track 5 is quieter.
You can't trust situations and what they are, and will they get away from you.
All these papers with numbers on them. And all this shame,
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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.
