Week 19
Thoughts are a desperation trying to convince you that you are alive.
Other people's examples are never my own.
All nerves are for naught.
A distinct vision, in the middle of the night, of a laughing skull.
, which means I just won't read for the month of March.
it is only a geographical sadness
This book I loved like crazy til i get to a part where she says the n word.
Is it only a way these women have of matching men, these tough women.
I don't know if it was staged, or heckling.
Reality is here to be changed.
I have a feeling they know everything I do.
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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.
