words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Wednesday, October 01, 2003
October, thank heavens. the air is cool and the sun is warm. I can finally justify wearing a long sleeve shirt outside. Perphaps the weather drives me too much, but i love these days. This just feels right.
I'm sending off poetry today to a local literary journal, the Delmar. Don't know what might happen, but i'm both excited and nonchalant. If they like it, I'll be excited. If they don't, I'll be nonchalant. Two of the poems I've already shared in front of groups, at poetry readings, and people there welcomed them, so I hope others will also. I'm not exactly sure of my motivations here. Yes it would be wonderful to see my name listed as a poet in a journal, no matter how small. I have never considered myself a poet though. Certainly a writer, but poetry comes out of me with difficulty. i have to pull and push and strain. I suppose any good thing does, though, right? The rest of this commentary is the looseness of my head whereas poetry is taking a large chunk of it, molding it into shape, condensing it, and presenting it as a piece of power instead of a loose flowing stream. Both are nice, but the poetry should last longer.
May my pink and black nails which match my pink and black outfit bless the pages with good luck as they go.
3:29 PM
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