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Tag Archives: Reading
Precious discontent
When I start to brood over what to write here, I never get started. Saying so gets me started. I never read. My ever-soothing friend Lynne says, “That’s OK,” and then says (I can’t really remember) something about how most … Continue reading
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Wreader
I’ve heard that writers read a lot, that they consume books like coal-miners quaff huge breaths of clear air after being trapped miles down in a collapsed mine. I’ve heard that writers–the commercially successful ones–don’t drink, or do drugs, or … Continue reading
a hundred loves
Out of bed. Considered writing yesterday (like everyday). In fact, I just remembered that I had actually opened the Movable Type new entry page. Never stroked a single key, though. Some more important diversion (which I can’t recall now) distracted … Continue reading
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Every day.
Every day. I have been here every day. Silent. Mute. Every day, with my muse playing soulful notes like a muted coronet—wailing, moaning, pleading, groaning. And every day I hide from the screeching subway-noise of your eyes consuming my lines, … Continue reading