Thursday, October 13, 2011

A baby girl this morning. Up all night. I slept on the couch in my bathrobe this afternoon. I don't know what it is. If I sleep on the couch, I'm not really sleeping, just resting. WTF. If I get into bed, that must mean I'm really tired and it must be night and I should brush my teeth and get into my jammies. Even if it's bright day with the sun in the window.

I put in a movie and all I remember are the credits. Clean, Shaven, a truly creepy and beautifully shot film about mental illness. I'm gonna try it again after I've 'rested'.

I now have two poems in my new computer. Two. And they are saved in Google docs. Dreary and boring to admit this but I back up, like seeing a tsunami, you gotta back up, way up. To the top of something really tall, like a mountain.

I'm too tired to continue here. Off to beddy. It's dark so I can legitimately lie down. In my bed. My sweet soft delicious bed.


Radish King said...

Hooray for you! Clean, Shaven is one of the few movies I own. The sound is a major character, the realness of it. And the beautiful Peter Greene his face his rendered face in that film. It's becoming really hard to find anywhere. Aiyeee!


beth coyote said...

O Radish, it is gorgeous and wonderful. I woke up on the couch with the credit music playing over and over. Now I'm haunted.


Yes, Peter Greene in the shower and shaving and blood and his clear eyed understanding..