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Tag Archives: Writer
1993
I found this. I remembered reading it to a therapist once about 1993. At the time I had a portable word processor. It had a keyboard, an LCD screen, it saved text on floppy disks, and it printed on thermal … Continue reading
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Lesbian in Amherst
Well, I have once again overcome the sensible urgings of the sleeping pills I took several hours ago. “There is nothing to say.” That’s a blatant lie. “There’s a book in me.” So’s that. “I’d rather sleep than eat.” That’s … Continue reading
luminous awe
Kept my face off the floor, because I didn’t go to work this morning. Fear seemed the better part of valor then, at about 4:30 AM; fear of another shoulder dislocation, fear of another scene at the work place (there … Continue reading
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Tagged Ativan, drooling, experienced writer, given site, neurologist, seizure, stupor, unconsciousness, Writer
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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
stuck
Did you ever get stuck? I have. It’s not wriiter’s block. Writer’s block and I have an almost warm antipathy, like Snoopy and the Red Baron. Besides, I’d have to be a writer of one sort or another to have … Continue reading
doing it for real
I fantasized all day about a movie I would make, if… If something. If I were connected to life, to myself, to this moment. If I had done the time in the little jobs that the people who make movies … Continue reading
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Tagged Boston, homeless, legless street beggar, Wellesley Hills, Writer
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Here’s a hundred things
Here’s a hundred things we don’t know about me. She inspired me. Blame her. They won’t be all together?like compiled and then posted?because I come when I come, and I write when I can, and life is not a test. … Continue reading
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Tagged Dire Straits, olive oil, the Sound of Music, Writer
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news
news I thought this immediately when I heard that the former vice-chairman of Enron had supposedly committed suicide; that people in power are corrupted, that any appearance in them of high-minded enlightenment can reliably be attributed to the success of … Continue reading
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Tagged Enron, Georgetown, journalist, media matrix, vice-chairman, Vince Foster, World Wrestling Federation, Writer
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And here are all
And here are all the non-bloggerized posts… wednesday. 23 Jan 02 11:20:13 AM Do you want to know who a terrorist is? My second grade teacher was a terrorist. She was an ex-nun (she must have been asked to leave) … Continue reading
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Tagged Afghanistan, America, Amherst, animation, Arthur Anderson, Attorney General, Berlin, Bill Clinton, Boston Tea Party, bruise, Bush, conspiracy theorist, Cuba, Dan Rather, Department of Justice, Enron Corporation, Greenpeace, internet access, journalist, Jr., king, local web server, Martin Luther King, Massachusetts, meditation, Microsoft, Microsoft Windows, Moore, noble chair, paralysis, Personal Web Server, political candidate, politician, president, Prime Actor, second grade teacher, Secretary of Defense, sunburn, the head, the presumed leader, U.S. republican party, United States, United States of America, Web Server, web-based e-mail clients, Writer
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In addition to the quote
In addition to the quote posted on Blogger’s main page: “All in all, I’ve revised my earlier views about the usefulness of blogging, moving full circle from my earlier position. Yes, there’s still a lot of chaff out there, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Charles Cooper, serious journalist, Writer
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push
Another great thing about blogger is that when midnight comes and I have wasted an entire goddamn day stuck to this web like a dying insect, I can still post something dated yesterday, thus redeeming the lost day. <pushed the … Continue reading
The 20-year-old grandson-of/property-manager-for my landlord
The 20-year-old grandson-of/property-manager-for my landlord is leaning against the building next door, enjoying a late summer daydream, his boyish limbs a-languor, his meditation central and deep. And secret. He is tall and blonde though not stunningly handsome, and cordial but … Continue reading
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Tagged curling, Harvard, meditation, musician, Writer
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walk with me Virginia
walk with me Virginia is for Lovers. Vince and I are moving into a place in our committment and love for one another that makes the weekends not enough. Over time, up until July 1, Vince’s stretch of beach will … Continue reading
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whine
i’m a writer, aren’t i? why won’t this happen to me? i thought the one on the left was cute, and i look like the one on the right– sort of. maybe i should get a pipe…
bad times
cute quote at wordsmith Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book. -Marcus Tullius Cicero, statesman, orator and writer (106-43 BCE) books like these?