oh, the liberation and fear to be freed from play counts.

this is probably what the soul of communism probably feels like. freed from freedom.

well. that was off on a tangent.

i was discussing with my mom, arguing, rather, that the depression in female poets is actually a "productive" thing. i still think it is. it's so strongly channelled that when they put it down on paper you actually still feel it after so many years because of the intensity and the extent of perfection that it reached at the moment of writing/finalising.

that said, it's incredibly tough to read poetry. first book: American poetry after the civil war. NOT a good idea. but hey, there are a couple of good things i've seen in there. Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath. very overused, but there's a good reason to that.

my fucking com suddenly froze for a few seconds there. i think i better fucking publishi this before this fucking piece of junk screws my writing up.

just like a poet's life.