Week 23
The word that means nothing.
All the things that should not be mentioned
stacking up.
Was that not science?
The door of the train wouldn't shut.
Sometimes they like it and sometimes they don't.
Two periods in one month is like a blue moon of a sort.
A justification to be different from everyone else.
Sitting on my hand and so the pages want to curl back and I can't write unless I unsit.
Finding instructions to write out the story of going in the haunted house at the rodeo and not being able to come out.
And I said to her why am I always looking in the mirror and squinting anyway?
Trying to do too much and so cutting out everything but one thing.
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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.
