Eileen Myles

. Do you think I had any idea what I was about to write today when I sat down. No I thought I just better do it

Cause you keep protecting me from disintegration and change which is my inevitable home: ash dust and reference.

Is everything alive you might ask? And a library? Yeah that’s a big question. Is everything a library too?

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I knew I would be one alone in my family

Yet this inbetweenness, this aloneness, hear it now, is holy.

d I was alone in my family, alone in my world, my one ally in the house, the man, my father was dying. I do need to talk about, hear it, the orientation of alcoholism in order to talk about my father.

The only true logic is sound. If you don’t know, listen. Bend yours.

I’ve never been an “idea” writer. I have like a spurt then I go do something else.