Friday, August 25, 2006
Didn't realize how seriously I'd overdone it today till walking Peretz a little while ago, lightheaded, right knee feeling about to collapse, don't know how I made it home. Installed on couch now, snatches of poems flashing by, not retaining them well enough to develop or even write down, quite lovely anyway, purely textual half-waking dream. So little of my thinking happens in language, I think it makes me seem a little vague, maybe I am a little vague, fuzzy around the edges & all edges. Muscle cramps in odd spots, must be dehydrated again, twitchy but limp, limp but twitchy, why do I bother?
Posted by dbr at 8:27 PM