Alysse Aallyn

Category: Creativity

  • #Haiku: Alive

    Energy Boils cells Floods flesh Pervades brain Bubbles pores: Ignites Power

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer the only dancer willing to dance to Baker Street so they keep playing it forme and it is a tiring song. However all that stretching is good for my musclesprobably. Reading  A Time to Keep Silence. Secaire has got me on areligious kick.   It’s me laughing and joking and eating…

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    Diary of a Dancer – azaleas in full bloom – peace. Woke up determined to finish taxes – officesclosed! When can people go if they work all week? Beats me. But it would takemore than a late filing to bother me – feel blissful. Approaching Plath from the question of her reputation. Determined to write…

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    Diary of a Dancer a new book. Hauled out Bride & Wolves for a rewrite – tremendouslyimpressed with my own talent! Development always was my problem (as in life).Greene’s Human has an odd, unfinished feel. Reviews did not prepare me for itin the least. I think they reviewed Greene rather than his book. More impressedby…

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    Diary of a Dancer/Poet/Official Girlfriend three days – it’s hard to be constantly here – like living in a soap opera.No writing – been sending out query letters. Rod called – had the nerveto lecture me on publishing, “If you want to play in their league, you haveto wear their uniform.” Deeply annoying – makes…

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    Diary of a Dancer/Daughter/Poet Many bike rides and explorations. Lovely dinner last night at the cottage – Devon asking Dad a lot of questions – then we lay in each other’s arms at the Barnacleand he said Time to Discuss Our Relationship. Said “some French girl” dumpedhim because he’s so incompetent with condoms; he’s so…

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    Diary of a Dancer Poet hairbrush and other people’s plastic versions break my hair. Growl. I canwrite it out. It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it. Emotional roller coastercontinues. Just when I declare myself a Celibate Slave to Art a very handsome(and very blond) man comes in tonight. He works in radio,…

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    Diary of a Dancer/Poet with newly creamed hands and cup of coffee in recliner. Muse time.Emerge blinking like a ground hog into a new and spring-like world. A yearago, I was a rat in a cage. It’s critical never to let the “merchants of neurosis”trick me into limiting myself. in my bed since guest room…

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    Diary of a Dancer Who Happens to be a Poet heard Harvey’s voice in the kitchen. Thank God I heard it in time – ifhe had seen me in my baby doll nighty I guess he would have consideredhimself justified in pinning me immediately to the floor. He brought me ahibiscus flower as a peace…

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    Diary of a Poet Who Happens. to be a Dancer me in a hideous temper.  1 ½ hrs sleep, drove A to Laundromat, didlaundry, bought cosmetics, picked her up, did lunch and visited broker.Just like the other rich girls except for the Laundromat part.  Then toMVA, got MD license renewed, new address, not too horrible…

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