About Me
- Name: Sagepaper
- Location: United States
An only child and service-brat, I was born in Panama. We lived on Indian Reservations when I was two to four-and-a-half -- crucial years for social development. Culturally, I am a mixed-up White Eyes from Mescalero. I began college at fifteen, enjoying a luxurious seven years of rigorous liberal arts education. Since graduating with a B.A. in Psychology, I have avidly read non-fiction, adding enormously to my formal education. Disabled by Tourette's Syndrome and other conditions, I live in Atlanta's suburbia. My father and husband are both physicians, and share a consulting business. (I am very proud of what they do, but I mention their occupations because people cannot seem to move to another small-talk topic if I simply say I am disabled. They must be told an occupation, and will start asking about family members to get one.)
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Sunday, May 01, 2005
Possessed by Rock
It's amazing to listen to music,I'm experimenting with punctuation. I will abandon it if it becomes too bothersome. I became uncertain of punctuation in poetry a while back, and I quit writing anything for a long time. Finally, I made a deal with myself: I would resume writing poetry if I gave up on punctuation. The above piece was written without punctuation. What I've added is just my best guess. In general, don't expect much punctuation, and don't waste too much time wondering at the odd squiggle you might see.
Intent on the feeling it stirs.
I'm becoming a happy Tourettic;
My energy rushes and whirs.
Now it feels like the drummer is using
My chakhras as bongos to beat,
And the riffs from the bass are infusing
My limbs with their liquefied heat.
With the band's composition evolving
(My body expanding inside)
There's an instrument swiftly revolving:
It dances within and beside.
