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I haven't posted here in over three years. This was my entry point into blogging, as it was for so many others. Today, I use tumblr as the hub for most of my creative activities. Here are the links, on the off-chance there's someone here that is curious what I've gotten up to.

Tumblr
Poetry Blog
Instagram
Facebook
Twitter

I miss LJ, but tumblr is great, and I see no reason to come back (beyond nostalgia). I still remember the night I set up this account, nearly thirteen years ago. I wish I'd have taken writing more seriously back then, but I wasn't really taking anything seriously in those days. These days I have the opposite problem.

See you around.
  • Current Music
    Martha - "Present, Tense"
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Well, shit

I don't spend a whole lot of time writing anymore. When I do, it's semi-anonymous, and mostly aphorisms, or an amorphous sort of poetry. Whether I'm trying to discover a style, hone a craft, or amuse myself, I don't really care to discover.

Probably moving this month. Not far, just a few miles north. Should improve my temperament, or at least my life--which would be most welcome, because large sections of it are nearly unlivable.

Thinking seriously about a degree in medieval literature. Would almost certainly be the single most life-changing decision of my life. Might sleep on it a few hundred times.
  • Current Music
    The Wombats - "Patience"
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I'm definitely going to regret my LJ neglect. I haven't supplanted its use with anything else, I just don't really care about my life enough to write about it.
  • Current Music
    Talib Kweli - "Get By"
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You feel guilty for being white, you feel guilty for being male, you feel guilty for being heterosexual, you feel guilty for middle class.

Maybe instead you should feel guilty for being shallow and self-involved.
  • Current Music
    Off With Their Heads - "Clear the Air"
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I'm so unrealistically unhappy. What the fuck am I going to do?
  • Current Mood
    cold cold
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What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

I feel like I've spent these long months healing from some kind of psychological malady, accepting stagnation as the price of wellness.

It occurs to me now that I don't feel noticeably better today than I did last year. I know that time has calmed my anger, checked my ego, and brought me a small measure of peace, but I don't see it making much of a difference in my daily life.

If all of my superficial concerns--money chief among them--were to fall away, what would be left?

I will resent my limitations until they consume me.
I will blame myself until every success is a failure.

Only when I become my father, will I weep.

"I am become a name, for always roaming with a hungry heart"