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SCRIBBLINGS WITH GREEN CHALK
Notes from Unstable Ground
Scribbling with green chalk on suitcases, in rented rooms, in cafés. The following is a notebook: forever in draft phase, the entries are impromptu. It’s open, so you can drop by. It started with a bunch of Elizabeth Bishop poems in mind and with a title snatched from one of them and has since gone through various moods. Will be moody.
Written selfishly by someone who calls herself Januaries, a creature between the idea of woman and the idea of pie. She sleeps with the dictionary, because it sounds interesting. You can catch her loafing in chalk-drawn grass in a gray suit with feathers. She enjoys getting lost in zoos, pretty coffee cups filled with coffee, mixing languages until they become pudding. Born too late to become a Polish fin de siècle poet (male), Januaries has resigned herself to paying for herself in cafés. Occasionally she writes and doodles.
On a more banal plane of life, when she’s not writing about herself in the third person, she is a student (currently working on a Master’s thesis) and intends to keep ’studenting’ away as a nice albeit bland alternative to decadent poetry-making.
Comments are appreciated and published if they’re polite and interesting. Please keep that in mind. No driving when drunk, no typing when incensed.
You are welcome to drop me a line, but don’t expect an answer in the third person:
