Week ending August 1
He said something about the fifth person.
Broken skin.
The fear of nothing is more the fear than anything else.
Impossible, impossible, day.
Everything was miserable and then everything was wonderful, and then everything was OK.
I wonder if it makes more sense in Swedish.
A reference to her having to be invited.
The last night; last night, was too much.
I am on probation.
I defeated the fear of the kitchen stove.
Maybe that is communication.
Creating social conditions in which life can be lived in a human way.
Welcoming identitylessness.
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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.
