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what's in your journal?

Thought of embodiment when I read this poem in an email today.






What's in My Journal
by William Stafford

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
Thing, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beatify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't find them. Someone's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.

"What's in My Journal" by William Stafford from Crossing Unmarked Snow. © Harper Collins, 1981.
source: The Writer's Almanac

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andjadesmiled
Feb. 1st, 2014 03:23 am (UTC)
I love this! Thanks for sharing! Xxx
xdogbaitx
Feb. 2nd, 2014 07:21 pm (UTC)
<3
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