Week ending June 20
"Kind of like a coda"
I asked can you hear me and she said, what?
Well maybe the first thing is worse.
The type of woman who feels more confident by announcing her fears.
This is the first day all week I feel kind of rested.
Continuously grateful and out of focus.
Trying to leave the future behind.
I feel dizzy.
"The ritual is I get out my drumsticks."
repertoire hedging
eyelash shadows
"Remember what happened to Pygmalion."
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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.
