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2005-10-30, 9:14 a.m.:
Revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising, revising. 0 comments
2005-10-28, 2:11 p.m.:
The hippies with the 13 cars moved out of the house across the road. The hippies with the big yellow tour bus moved in. 0 comments
2005-10-28, 12:59 p.m.:
Some titles: Still-lifes and reveries
Racket
Manifesto #2
Burlesque
Unspooling
Baby Doll
Rapture
Tract House Blues
Stillborn
Little Mountain
The Blind Bird
Witch in the Machine
Grotesqueries They're all free today - take one!
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2005-10-28, 12:11 p.m.:
Yesterday and today I am changing all my poems into prose poems. Why? Because it's fun. To see what happens. Because some aren't working (aren't earning their keep). Because some are working. Because it's pointless. Because it's pointless and takes forever. Because I don't understand the prose poem. Because I don't understand the line break. Because there is so little I understand - Hungarian, for instance. Because I can. 0 comments
2005-10-27, 4:14 p.m.:
You can fit two poem readings into a smoke break. Try it. 0 comments
2005-10-27, 11:37 a.m.:
I miss writing, I miss my handwriting, I miss the act, ham of my hand sliding across a page. N.B. Rice paper is not made from rice. 0 comments
2005-10-27, 9:38 a.m.:
At 1AM out on the deck: Big banana boat moon rising slowly, stars all around. I was thinking: There is nothing wrong with beauty. 0 comments
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