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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Sunday, January 16, 2005

FILE ROUGE 

Bad writing. Bad poems. That’s not the point. I’m trying to do some instantaneous crap on this blog. Most of it will be bad. Maybe some of it will give birth to better stuff to be worked on later. Who knows and who cares. That’s not the point. The point is getting my fingers moving and trying to put something down somewhere since I seem to not be writing anywhere else. Eventually, I’ll post more translations – good or bad – and I’ll try and post some workings of fiction prose... continue with the bad instant poems...and even delve into my work and my daily life... though I’m trying to avoid the pathetic whining I unfortunately fell into the last time I blogged. Some daynote stuff. Some meaningless meandering. Some talk of this and that. A loose journal, basically. That’s what I’m heading after. A sort of improvised song.
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