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Janet

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About Me

The force that drives the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer.

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My Interests

writing, tea, outdoors, beaches, reading, singing, piano, music, Avery, baths, kittens, poetry, apple picking, garage sales, super nintendo, feminism, Radigals, hot cocoa, taking walks, caramel apples, autumn, sweaters, shopping, horror movies, dancing in my room, vegetarianism, cooking, soccer, flag football (I like playing sports and not watching them), orange and vanilla twists, Poe, Whitman, Hacker, Adrienne Rich, Kerouac, Dylan Thomas, Sexton, Plath, KAFKA, antiques, pearls, Anais Nin, geology, records, and rock and roll.

I'd like to meet:

Honest people, poets, intellects, and those who are passionate about life and who have respect for themselves and others.

Music:

is life.

Movies:

Dancer in the Dark, the Notebook, But I'm a Cheerleader, Farinelli, The People Under the Stairs, LOTR movies!!!

Television:

The Twilight Zone

Books:

White Oleander by Janet Fitch. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. the Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chobsky Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov, The Three-arched Bridge by Ismail Kadare, Henry and June by Anais Nin, On the Road by Jack Kerouac, L'Etranger by Albert Camus,Coriolanus and King Lear by Shakespeare, History of Sexuality Vol. I by Foucault, Little Birds by Anais Nin

Heroes:

Rod Serling and Anais Nin

My Blog

love poem revision 2

Love Song: Parts I & II   As a young bird, I, captivated by song movements winding down as the summer years were long, embraced by turning oaks, receiving their fruits as Time fell nimbly h...
Posted by Janet on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 12:51:00 PST

villanelle

A Transatlantic Disturbance in Sleep   The sounds of doors creaking are the same as they fall. When closed eyes feel a cloud parting sleep, A passing lingers in a gently dreaming hall.   ...
Posted by Janet on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 05:34:00 PST

We closed our eyes once...

    Maybe it's loneliness: the gentle stretching and screeching of a train; the journey is over and night comes on. Maybe it's sorrow a moon melting into the blue, as our closed eyes s...
Posted by Janet on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 03:51:00 PST

We are the music makers..we are the dreamers of dreams.

With a slight laugh the shape of a crescent moon she said:         "And you're crying now? Were our dreams ever not broken?" Then I felt an emptiness wax, wane, and...
Posted by Janet on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 02:11:00 PST

I suppose it's a common procedure

Ancipating the Removal of Wisdom and Teeth   Wanting, wanting to be sedated under that newly sharpened knife where our passions crumble each by each, those that kindle our weakness...
Posted by Janet on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 03:31:00 PST

Est-ce qu'il y a une personne qui peut corriger mon francais?

Le Chocolat Français   Mon amour m'a donné du chocolat Pour Saint Valentin, un jour d'amour. Mon amour m'a donné du chocolat Beaucoup de chocolat français.   Et parce que je l'aime, j'a...
Posted by Janet on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:08:00 PST

New poem

..>       From a Window    It is all design. The treading, the trampling, the tracks, the snow taking our traces, pieces of the way we move.   It is all a fountai...
Posted by Janet on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 08:38:00 PST

These boots were made for walkin'!

Ode to my Boots     Oh, what an old pair, you two,  I remember when I found you, My feet were soggy flumes Absorbing cobblestones on Oxford Square.    With the hope ...
Posted by Janet on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:21:00 PST

Love Poem (revised)

Love Song: Parts I & II     As a young bird, I, captivated by song movements winding down as the summer years were long, embraced by turning oaks, receiving their fruits as Time fell n...
Posted by Janet on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 07:46:00 PST

Love Poem

..>..> ..> ..> my soul is at a loss of words at a loss of you by my side on a black crow night. my heart is deepening deeper than the 'fire green as grass' the music of half...
Posted by Janet on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 05:29:00 PST