12.01.02 - 11:28 pm
so i've been absent for a while- mainly because i've refocused energies into a livejournal account. sorry, diaryland.
for now, i'm visiting.
today i read tales of a punk rock nothing. it reinspired me to put some sort of 'zine/publication together, though i can't (as usual) really think of anything poignant to include.
i've also been thinking about chapbooks, and how "anyone who's anyone in poetry" seems to have put out a few. though, doing so seems premature. maybe even pretentious.
with graduation approaching, i'm beginning to panic about what i might do. maw & paw said i couldn't move back home, which i guess was a pretty lame idea to begin with, though it would have made saving for grad school/studying for entrance exams a lot easier.
on the way back to tucson i felt overcome by the realization that "this is it." that i can do anything i fucking please; that this is the first time in my life that i won't be in school, obliged to my parents will, the monthly rent or paper due on tuesday. i can sell everything, get out of this town, and fucking do what feels right.
i am slack-jaw by the bliss of it. of the brilliant possibilities, eager and bristling at the edge of the slick.
