the title of this blog was not originated by me, but by a woman who i hold as my dearest friend. back in college susan had a radio show that i would ocassionally co-host with her; though, those moments were rare and she had the fortitude to get up very early and provide new music to the local kids in poughkeepsie who were on their way to school. while i on the other hand tended to sleep until the latest moment possible before going off to class. but like walter benjamin, i like to collect and use what has been thrown out into the world.
and there we have it - again, walter - didn't even mean to think about him. what is my obsession? i had no intention of referencing him today. just wanted to put a few sentences down to keep the habit of writing alive in my body. t-minus a few months til i have to express myself on the page again. or perhaps on the screen. we are going green are we not?
fear #1 - i've never written without smoking ... will i be able to?
i won't be able to afford it if it's the case and it's not healthy. (that should be written in reverse, should being the operative word.)
fear #2 - what if i'm not as smart or artistic as they seem to think i am.
fear #3 - what if i'm not as smart or artsitc as they seem to think i am.
i'm trying to remember and find my voice - which hilary said is clear and strong. so a few moments every day tinkering about on this hopefully will be helpful.
favorite words of the moment:
once
of
favorite project right now:
skimming through all of my books before putting them in boxes
least favorite project:
going through the papers and journals and notebooks that exist in my room and either consolodating or throwing things out. right now i am actually considering chucking ... so not like me.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
less home
last night after the joyce i came home to tackle packing up the bookshelf in our living room.
two months ago my whole being was enveloped in melancholia as i began to register and live with the impending breakup between my apartment and me. weeks ago i stopped sleeping in my bed and moved out to the sofa. i kept the television on to numb my mind and put me to sleep.
good friends teased me when i told them i had sent BED (i'll name it that as it was also at one point a center to piece to our set design of a play with the self-same name) to my friends apartment weeks before my scheduled move out. but somehow it made absolute sense in my mind. it was the beginning step that i needed to take to move forward with my life.
and now i'm moving onto chairs and pots, spices and impulse food purchases that have been stored in my cupboard for one day:
a bag of hot chilli peppers that susan had bequeathed to me before her move to paris.
a bottle of olive oil i needed to purchase for the shape of the glass.
boxes of annie's mac and cheese that had been on super sale at whole foods one night that i couldn't pass up purchasing.
bottles and bottles of capers because i always forget if i have them or not.
cans of cranberry sauce because we order too many every thanksgiving but forget that we did the year before and so fresh direct brings us one.
tonight, i tackle the bookshelf in my room. box up the books that have sat on my shelf for too long because i've not had the time or mental focus to read or reread them. they are my only objects that i feel a comfort in boxing for the moment. packed with love and care, and the knowledge that some new place, some new room will find them in the future sitting on the shelves of the only piece of furniture that i will not part from.
two months ago my whole being was enveloped in melancholia as i began to register and live with the impending breakup between my apartment and me. weeks ago i stopped sleeping in my bed and moved out to the sofa. i kept the television on to numb my mind and put me to sleep.
good friends teased me when i told them i had sent BED (i'll name it that as it was also at one point a center to piece to our set design of a play with the self-same name) to my friends apartment weeks before my scheduled move out. but somehow it made absolute sense in my mind. it was the beginning step that i needed to take to move forward with my life.
and now i'm moving onto chairs and pots, spices and impulse food purchases that have been stored in my cupboard for one day:
a bag of hot chilli peppers that susan had bequeathed to me before her move to paris.
a bottle of olive oil i needed to purchase for the shape of the glass.
boxes of annie's mac and cheese that had been on super sale at whole foods one night that i couldn't pass up purchasing.
bottles and bottles of capers because i always forget if i have them or not.
cans of cranberry sauce because we order too many every thanksgiving but forget that we did the year before and so fresh direct brings us one.
tonight, i tackle the bookshelf in my room. box up the books that have sat on my shelf for too long because i've not had the time or mental focus to read or reread them. they are my only objects that i feel a comfort in boxing for the moment. packed with love and care, and the knowledge that some new place, some new room will find them in the future sitting on the shelves of the only piece of furniture that i will not part from.
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