:: Idle Neurosis ::
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:: Tuesday, February 18, 2003 ::
i don't know why i keep doing this to myself...there is just something about riding the el at 7:00 in morning while wanting to puke that just isn't right. not getting enough sleep has this effect on me...and everytime i decide to stay in the city i bring on this symptoms. it's strange how i've become accustomed to sleeping in weird places...upright on trains, on trendy moveable couches in my school lounge, small areas on the floors of dorm rooms.
'if there is anything i love most, in the poems i love , it is the audible braiding of that bravery, the essential empty-handedness, and that willingness to be taken by surprise, all in one voice. it is what makes the 'human' sound to me. another soul speaking across the distance-....just because emotion--or thought--sometimes grows wordless does not imply that words fail that emotion or thought. it implies that certain textures of experience are by their nature silent.'
-jorie graham (hate her poems, but love her thoughts)
stellar lady:: naughti 10:13 AM [+] ::
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