Sunday, January 30, 2005
Note to self:
There are a lot of things--real things--that make me angry, jealous, spiteful, catty, bitchy, rude, dismissive, anxious, depressed, revolted, feel helpless, feel pity, feel sorrow, itch to revolt, crave revenge, wish for religion.
But poetry is not one of those things. I will not let poetry be one of those things.
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