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*the text referenced here is Roland Barthes' Mourning Diary.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
Apr 12, 2011
reading Barthes, 3 month mark:
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daughterhood,
diary,
disbelief,
grief,
identity,
loss,
mourning,
Mourning Diary,
my mother's death,
Roland Barthes
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2 comments:
ohhh, if i could interprete your handwriting... a girl struggling to be herself....
love your blog!!!
Love youuuu!
thank you so much, yolanda! and yes! very much trying to be myself, to uncover what that is. so much has changed, and i right along with it. it seems i changed over night. in so many ways, i am re-learning how/who to be in the world.
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