Week 33

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."

Week 32

Week ending June 13

Everyone is swimming in the most inappropriate places.

Someone explain the presence of helicopters.

How the tambourine used to terrify me.

falling in the sand dune, naked, an earthquake

In this equivalency I would be much neater.

But I would have nowhere to sit.

Nothing seems clearer in the morning.

I'm always in a forest.

There is so much to do only
because I am not distinguishing.

The most intermediary space.

The secret, is a secret.

Everyone is talking about fireballs and there are books already.

I told her every story except the true one.

"Signlessness;the non-conceptualization of things"

Ideas are a placemat.

I don't like that problem.

Week 31

Week ending June 6

Dreamed I had an inability to take out the trash and trash was falling in from upstairs; half eaten soups under someone's chair, etc.

Someone told me the guy had cut off the fleshy parts of her toes, to torture her.

This is not the worst thing by far.

"The trees are dead."

The romanticization of swings.

This saha world, and sad that I've woken up.

"Everybody knows the house always wins."

Can't stop thinking about Maud Gonne.

There is a lot of this this week.

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I don't like it when you speak of phoneme sequencing.

Realizing it won't ever add up.

I've said more than I thought I had.

Week 30

Week ending May 30

Fortune tellers grabbing my hands everywhere I go.

A completely nonverbal dream.

Naked, up all night, in the kitchen, on the floor, eating jars and jars of Gnutella.

Like a day long heart attack, but I never die.

He encourages falling.

The ink used to print it was extremely dangerous, but I wanted it anyway. Even if it killed me.

The state of being a woman, and what cannot be escaped.

Testing the waters is delusionary, because there is no water.

I want to read everything I see instantly.

I cannot hear but instead feel the slammed door.

I have lots and lots and lots of tape.

Because I am right at my limit.

Week 29

Week ending May 23

Wanting to hear the audience more than those on stage.

all words words words and then we realize we haven't been teaching them images and so they have no idea how to process images.

The question I don't dare ask.

I could see all the people I was passing were looking though me, not seeing me.

It was a poetry reading with a theme.

I know she came into my dream so I would call her.

We have more of an audience than we ever did.

Intermingling calves, and whether to give up desire for pleasure.

Everyone is reading.

Week 28

Week ending May 16


I will never get enough sleep.

If I had normal time to occupy.

Bargaining with dreams.

Go read what I wrote, it's funny.

I've forgotten the lyric or she is after someone else
and this this is what wants me.

The misery of sitting.

Then my phone buzzed and woke me up.

Wish I had something I never returned.

Cannon fodder
a kind of crepuscular lethargy
as if overnight he had surreptitiously gained twenty pounds
Mickey, like the mouse
history, which is a simple whore
retronourished

I probably didn't say the right things.

The coffee tastes weird but maybe its the soymilk.

Tomorrow everything ends.

I admitted to doing something very bad today.

A narrative film is not like a narrative poem.

I have to figure out a way to not feel what I'm feeling.

What is too dramatic and what is not dramatic enough?

Weeks 26 and 27

Weeks ending May 2 and May 9

A list of all the music poems so far.

emails about elvis and the building

Then a plastic robot dog with no head comes through.

80's version of milkshakes.

Post-it from my neighbor found on my laundry basket.

Forgetting to forget thinking about this.

Totally a grid and I love a grid.

Was made to walk on a mirror last night.

She said: "Anything, even if it is a gel pen."

Found notecards with quotes and character lists.

Lillian told me not to worry.

The end that I could not say is actually the beginning.

Demonstration handouts.