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emchywhy is it easier to watch tv and surf around all the livejournals of the crazy kids these days than to sit my ass down and get some damn work done
and here i am adding to the brain clutter
but that being said - i finally got the two hours of brain candy that i needed, after nearly losing my shit after getting home and all of the ressures grew and grew and i am so sick of animals and their pee, poo and vomit - thankfully that part of the evening is done with
had a wonderful walk home from work - a good 25 minute walk all up those san francisco hills that make tourist so confused when they're in the lower haight and want to see the haight ashbury and they see the great yawning expanse of hill in front of them and they're all "up there, how do we get up there". so i walked that home. and something about the walking and the night and the cold brought out a brilliant sparkle in my thoughts - writing while walking - safer than writing while driving and it gave some good words
i seem to have a thing for the writing while in motion. i like it. i t reminds me of writing poem after poem after poem while taking the 6 hours train ride from ann arbor to chicago. riding in the smoking car, and chain smoking while i wrote, the small glimpse of freedom and writerly cliches for a 16 year old poet. so many adventures waiting for me at Claire's house, and then so many adventures to write about on the way home. riding in the smoking car was always the cover so that i could pretend that i wasn't smoking - it was just the car, so ludicrous now - what non-smoker would ride in the chain smoking train car? especially if youre a 16 yr old asthmatic.i wrote on e of my first girl crush poems on one of those train rides. so many trips back and forth from december to june. didn't even realize that the crush was on someone altogether different. poems lost in a journal that got lost during the summer between high school and college. when i left my parents house, and so did they, opting for a smaller childless home two miles away. in all the moving somehow the chronicle of my writing life got lost. and now it all has to be reimagined and remembered
writing in motion. there needs to be more of that. travel travel travel.
who is going to IWPS? how are you getting there? curiosity you know. just curiosity. (shhh sadie be quiet)
and here i am adding to the brain clutter
but that being said - i finally got the two hours of brain candy that i needed, after nearly losing my shit after getting home and all of the ressures grew and grew and i am so sick of animals and their pee, poo and vomit - thankfully that part of the evening is done with
had a wonderful walk home from work - a good 25 minute walk all up those san francisco hills that make tourist so confused when they're in the lower haight and want to see the haight ashbury and they see the great yawning expanse of hill in front of them and they're all "up there, how do we get up there". so i walked that home. and something about the walking and the night and the cold brought out a brilliant sparkle in my thoughts - writing while walking - safer than writing while driving and it gave some good words
i seem to have a thing for the writing while in motion. i like it. i t reminds me of writing poem after poem after poem while taking the 6 hours train ride from ann arbor to chicago. riding in the smoking car, and chain smoking while i wrote, the small glimpse of freedom and writerly cliches for a 16 year old poet. so many adventures waiting for me at Claire's house, and then so many adventures to write about on the way home. riding in the smoking car was always the cover so that i could pretend that i wasn't smoking - it was just the car, so ludicrous now - what non-smoker would ride in the chain smoking train car? especially if youre a 16 yr old asthmatic.i wrote on e of my first girl crush poems on one of those train rides. so many trips back and forth from december to june. didn't even realize that the crush was on someone altogether different. poems lost in a journal that got lost during the summer between high school and college. when i left my parents house, and so did they, opting for a smaller childless home two miles away. in all the moving somehow the chronicle of my writing life got lost. and now it all has to be reimagined and remembered
writing in motion. there needs to be more of that. travel travel travel.
who is going to IWPS? how are you getting there? curiosity you know. just curiosity. (shhh sadie be quiet)
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Date: 2004-11-30 05:35 am (UTC)I love writing in motion, too, so I really like this entry.I love trains, which are easier to write in than cars or jiggly vans and trucks.I used to take the 16 hr night train from dc to atlanta, crazy stories in the smoking car and all.
Thanks for reminding me of those times.