It might also be a general lack of inspiration. And I was going to write a return to innocence. But you can’t do that. And why would you want to.
ONE It is a perfect fall daybreak. The leaves cover the asphalt in stunning patterns. Cold rain patters out of gray clouds. The air mulches the autumn scent. Smoking on the porch, C says What a beautiful morning. People are gonna slip today. Then I never stopped laughing. TWO Overall, I feel happy and safe and calm. Naturally, I can’t write and, more worrying, I am finding my performances...
1 watching a word disintegrate // watching a word fall apart 2 it seems there has been a shift: it seems she may soon come into my house: it seems she may come into my house often: distracted excitement about hating her so close to home: i want to touch her in my house: but more than that i want her to touch me 3 narrator: to touch and be touched have vastly different weights and you have to...
The most eclectic group of friends at the San Francisco reading on Friday, all these representatives from factions of my life that never ever intersect. Feeling all these different kinds of loves in one room left me beaming. Giggled with T over the books on crystals and Astrology for the Aquarian Age and the Trinity, giggled because we believe it all. Adda tall and straight and quiet, R being so...
1. The tension in my body is unreal 2. Unreal city 3. Mind is, is unreal 4. Unreal capacity for fill in the blank 5. Wizard Wonderland
DADA GIRLFRIEND →
‘Dada Girlfriend’ is Bust’s video of the day! MY SACRAMENTO WOMEN! The band is Agent Ribbons, Natalie & Lauren’s little darling, vid directed by Chelsea Wolfe, & I’m in there, swappin an egg all mouthy with N (you know how I do).
This is my latest recording. It is the sound of a man & a woman not...– Sixth Circle, Srikanth Reddy
My hunger is beautiful. My anger is a gift.
1. Swan Lake 2. We ignore each other 3. She does a better job 4. Goodbye to certain grammatical constructs 5. I am going to Taos I am going to Los Angeles I am going to France 5b. Sleep better in transition work better in transition I am a dance I am never finished
Last night someone called me ‘sweet & mean.’ I took mild drunken offense until I realized it’s absolutely true. No secret I like to flash a little teeth at folks, leave without saying goodbye, smirk in uncomfortable situations. Effusive to a fault and a steel cold bitch. . Been lying very low, gathering my energy, feeling the shapes of the books inside of me becoming more...
And it was when I moved away from the center of the spiral that I discovered...– The Sexual Life of Catherine M., Catherine Millet
I am writing a Holy Ghost.
I cannot believe how many nights in a row I have not slept. Sleep in the restful sense. My dreams are static images fading into the same static images. Dark and green and black, high contrast and narrow. These thin people of unreal height.