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By: The Factoid List Oleoptene | Shed Kits

The Factoid List Oleoptene | Shed Kits — Wed, 27 May 2009 03:22:50 +0000

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By: karen

karen — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 19:26:30 +0000

And just in case, I should make clear that I am trying to pay you a compliment on 47.

By: karen

karen — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 19:25:34 +0000

On 47: Aren’t you destroying any potential business by having your blog? I can see that for much of what I’d want a metaphor, it’s in your blog entries.

I don’t ask the fat question, but rather, “Can you see my muffin-top?”

By: Mara Collins

Mara Collins — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 02:04:08 +0000

You, darling, are a one-woman triumvirate pinnacle of wit and great writing. And you couldn’t look fat in that without stuffing a couple of pillows in there.

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 06:35:22 +0000

So wait a second–are you saying that Douglas Adams is NOT part of the pinnacle of wit and great writing?!?

Do I look fat in this?

By: Seven Things | Oleoptene

Seven Things | Oleoptene — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:38:41 +0000

[...] to post. And I will try and come up with seven facts about myself that aren’t on my list of 50 factoids and aren’t that I think I am the only person as insecure as I am, nor that I was surprised to [...]

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 05:00:02 +0000

Speaking of walking in high heels in the bedroom (and I *still* can’t walk in the dang things)…tonight I got to go first (lucky me) at our first poetry workshop with Walt. Weird, weird. And I feel so locked into “the poem I already know how to write and have been pulling off successfully and boringly for a decade or more.” And, I hate workshops. All I can really say is, I want to make up a t-shirt (me and my t-shirts) that says on the front: I’D RATHER BE IN POTIONS and on the back AND BTW I TRUSTED SNAPE WHEN YOU DIDN’T! Hah. I was satisfied I suppose but aggrieved over various matters, and mostly over the fact that now there are no more Harry Potters, and instead I must go read from the “composition” “reader” from which I am to teach in nine hours. Will this EVER let up, if I don’t blog soon I will perish….I am incredibly blushy and pleased and embarrassed that you peeked at my poems and don’t know what to say so I will just stop tripping around on my mom’s brown spectator pumps and end this comment that doesn’t really comment on anything–for now! Bons baisers, the Un xx

By: Mara Collins

Mara Collins — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 20:23:38 +0000

So, I edited it, but that rendered the second comment — less sensible? But I’ve left comments on your site and then blushed re-reading thinking I should have proof-read one more time. But never wanted to do the second comment… Anyway, your list was first and clearly the inspiration, and your slowed posting left me poking around your site for my fix…

…and I ended up printing out a bunch of poems from the auction of the mind part, because I want to read and re-read them slowly. And how strange then it is, holding the stack of papers in my hand like concrete evidence you exist. And I ought to find perhaps another way to render you thanks, but it felt so good to find inside myself I was responding to the poems, after what feels like years of buying poetry books and responding with this intellectual appreciation “Yes, yes, nice meter, lovely imagery, mmm-hmm” to find myself greedy for the poems, internalizing them somehow, remembering what it feels like to write with the tongue forming the words synchronously with the pen.

And it leads me back to how hard blogging can be when I feel locked into a particular tone, a particular voice. Reminds me that the most personal writing is not about our medical histories or our sex lives, the things that would hurt other people to read, but the stuff that tells you what it feels like to be me. The world has so many commentators on stuff, and my voice feels lost in the throngs there, but it is also really sort of frightening to experiment again with writing from a point of the girl who loved words for themselves as much as for the ideas that they allowed her to express. It’s happening a little in the daily longhand pages, but that’s rather reminiscent of practicing walking in unaccustomed high heels in one’s own bedroom before risking stumbling about in public.

So, were you satisfied with HP7?

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 19:56:36 +0000

Blargh, I can’t edit my comment! ( The editrix never sleeps…there should have been an opening parens between “Douglas Adams” and “and”….! Zut alors! Quelle horreur!

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 19:53:47 +0000

Brilliant! I’m right there with you on kombucha, blueberries (and best of all blueberry kombucha), turquoise, Legos-trancing and Douglas Adams (and many other things as well–the recovering-from-the-disastrous-first-marriage guilt and shame, e.g.). “Is omphaloskepsis wise?” I wrote once rhetorically in a long and silly poem (cf. metaphor company). Probably not; but like you say, it’s only $9.95 a month for hosting, as opposed to hundreds of dollars for talk therapy, so there! ) I would say more but I hear the Brujo in the back yard mowing and feel (surprise) guilty…I think I was born guilty…but what a wonderful list! Much more informative than, well, nothing…and it brings you into clearer focus, when by necessity we often write about the ones around us (because we can *see* **them**!). PS: I stayed up all night last night finishing HP7! Lord, I haven’t done that in…way too long. Crept into bed at 6 am as the sun was rising. “Where have you BEEN?” grumbled the B. and then fell back asleep.