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December 13, 2000
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| Mammography: writing with breast milk
(this space reserved for the best idea I've ever had: I have to keep it a secret) Newton's alchemical writing, save that Smithsonian; might be too late Creative writing about {town}; need a contest; need incentives to be bold and excessive; need models; I've got to find that piece of writing on "{town} has plenty of clothes" Writing about collaboration; I have never read one theory about collaboration; poets are such lonely entities Make a selection of diary entries from last year focused on the anthology project. Would this be remotely interesting to anyone? Me. I would finally get to publish the line "can't use sphincter, can't use bitch" (or was it the other way around) A piece of writing about the trash has traveled a long and remarkable journey and unearthed itself tonight. Insects. Insects are so wholesome. Their mania is nothing like humans mania. Human noises, human motions, human intensity -- no nursery, no honey, just a drugged draining buzz. |