Wow, I found this blog after years of unuse and I feel like I'm coming home to a house that is less exciting than memory had served. I suppose I'm looking this up because last night my boyfriend shared his journal from his travels through parts of South Africa. In hearing him read, I was left with this longing feel--a longing to have had such travels and a longing to be able to write about them so vividly. The pacing of when he tells a story and when he pans out to discuss other things was pretty amazing. He could be driving in a car with a passive-aggressive woman and then contemplate the significance of brooding storm clouds. I like that.
And so now I sit here, typing on a computer while he sits in the other room, listening to Daughter's "Landfill": "don't you dare look back walk away catch up with the sunrise." The most memorable line "I love you so much, but I hate your guts." What more can be said for a song that the singer plaintively whispers and the guitar squeals like a hurt rabbit?
I have this problem with writing things down electronically. I tend to want to erase things immediately, severing myself from a past that I cannot recover. That's the case with my old blog, hopkinspoesyprose.blogspot.com. I totally deleted it. I did it in a fit of anger, I believe, because I was trying to distance myself from people in my past. Not a big deal, just a few women I had dated and broken up with.
What a weird post this has become. I'm not nearly enough self-aware of my writing to make this interesting, but it's what I do.
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