Posting drunk instead of sitting in the shower... oblivion in cups instead of sleeping an annihilating twelve hours a day. What is wrong with me lately? I know it's more socially acceptable to do this on a Saturday night instead of working-sleeping-working-sleeping, but this is not better...? I'm never sure these days. Speaking and typing very very deliberately. Grammar impeccable especially when full of tequila and rum. I don' twant to do this anymore. Time to start writing again. I could get drunk more often and the words would come like lightening, spelling errors aside, and it would feel so good... but then the writing would be from nights rightfully spent in tubs asleep, no good.
2003-01-12
Rachel
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'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
-- T.S. Eliot
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