Dime

She danced, but she had a pocket --
she danced, but she had a thin
-- boys like her -- like her thin
-- boy likes her -- likes her thin
(there was a "k" to her thin back then)
-- he likes her -- speaking man-to-man
likes her thin, her dancing pocket
air, hips-lightening-lily -- likes her thin
-- then he splits her like a hair -- to give air
to her decision to like only him,
to stay thin,
to dig her own pocket,
to seed secrets as best & oily friends,
-- boy likes her -- likes her thin.

Technological prose

I found these prose/journalism/feed poems while searching my own name at google.com. In both, a line or two from my weblog, including my copyright statement, is repeated throughout the journalistic exercises. Has anyone seen something like it? Been named in one like it? The poems are based at commercialized-looking blog sites:

Ex. #1

Ex. #2

Dutch Elm Disease

Three of the largest trees in our front yard are to be removed to prevent spread of this disease.

Coneflower

Echinacea purpurea

Other letter (excerpt)

A., ... due to our recent revelation about I-Ching, I asked again about writing & me. ... It gave me "3" again, w/ several changing lines, so I read it carefully. Then I asked more simply about me, and it gave me "59". This is identical to what it gave in Houston, when I was so intent on studying it. So, I can look at those two hexagrams together or meditate about them. In Houston, you were "11" wh. is Peace. The hexagrams were that way as I phrased the questions -- about the person-in-the-world but also about their writing places in it. If that makes sense. The top line in "3" is very difficult & explains years of feeling luck ... there is a way, apparently, for the difficulties to be overcome, but sometimes they are too serious in that line. I am thinking so much of genre, as you likely know, and of "letters" wh. I wrote a lot (of editing those), of books (if any), of other designs, such as short story (where I started following earlier poetry), of poetry (of pub'g) if any. ...

... All of it [genre studies] sort of emerged by definition, as did spirituality in the main culture.

... B.L. mentions her dread of the abuse of language, and in some ways I feel that is how to define my pugilist arrogance in talking up to God, how breaking that was, how Greek & against Aries. ... Higher power, something no one in AA could help discuss, no one I met there, is more reasonable (for audience), lighter, sweeter, or God on high is watching on not addressed. I had none of that then & if anyone did, due to the nature of anonymity in the structured spiritual groups, no one said. The new agers/short-form poets/experimentalists-in-the-wings (waiting for others' falls) danced between lily pads w/o that strain to their next. ... Books I tried to find then in the stores were not there, bec. they had not been written yet, books I used later as "recovery" from that mistaken direction/path, defined as bipolar. ...

[This is all right.]

Today: Journal, July 21, 2007

"Today" is supposed to be the best day there is; today is the day that matters, the one that counts, the one to concern ourselves with, to live. Today has been a day of non-stop turmoil & panic & yesterday (who is my friend) brought awakening, knowledge, interest, intrigue, and some fear. I woke in the middle of the night. This has been happening, due to the telephone ringing, and I am good enough to answer, then plagued by the decision, and faulted for it if I lose sleep. We are not to answer the telephone in the middle of the night. Who calls besides drunks? No one. I used to call my manfriend crying in the middle of the night. I cried that I would not have sexuality afterall -- that was a big sob when I was thirty; I wasn't drunk. I can see crying about that. I would comfort someone crying about that. I understand that -- it's natural to believe sex is essential, but in reality, in practice, romance & sex do not work out for most people much of the time. People use each other to stave off loneliness & to get past despair & they create new boxes. Sex is a sad reason to be alone with someone. Yesterday I learned so much in one quick hour, that I would have hired me on the spot -- anyone who can learn as much as easily deserves glad recognition & constructive work. The decisions I am facing lately relate to smoking, coffee, stress, and men. I want women friends very earnestly & might do many new things to meet new ones. I do not want sex. This is just true & no longer a sad subject. I believe writing will result from my new direction.