women, writing, city living

this is it. i am gonna be a writer. yesterday, i started, just started writing and wrote for over an hour and half not even noticing a minute fly by except for when my thoughts accidentally turned to gangstalking (thanks a lot mike, all others, do not look this up, it is not important or real.) writing writing and writing and then today i realized i wanted to be writing more. MORE! and i was thinking about writing, and thinking about new ways of writing and all the different things i wanted to be writing about and writing as the type where just the words sounds so good together and writing as when you think very specifiaclly about getting the perfect meaning out of a word, and writing as maybe one day would could i actually write about something you know, with a purpose? and writing as simple little poetry lines, and writing as a way to pass my time and writing as documentation, writing with a libation. it's all so delicious. delicioso. oh my god! writing in another language! ahh! the whole world!
from now on, whe people say, oh what do you do, i will answer i am a weaver because that encompasses most correctly that which i want, wish and will to be doing and that which when i am doing am really, really doing. (i mean weaving in all its forms)
weave: transitive verb:
1 a: to form (cloth) by interlacing strands (as of yarn); specifically : to make (cloth) on a loom by interlacing warp and filling threads b: to interlace (as threads) into cloth c: to make (as a basket) by intertwining
2: spin 2 —used of spiders and insects
3: to interlace especially to form a texture, fabric, or design
4 a: to produce by elaborately combining elements : contrive b: to unite in a coherent whole c: to introduce as an appropriate element : work in —usually used with in or into
5: to direct (as the body) in a winding or zigzag course especially to avoid obstacles
intransitive verb1: to work at weaving : make cloth
2: to move in a devious, winding, or zigzag course especially to avoid obstacles

to move in a devious course!!! heh heh!
where is the definition of weaving a story?

these are the women whose work i am enjoying reading at the moment:
gertrude stein
virginia woolf
diane di prima
joan didion's memoir "the year of magical thinking"
the lady beat poets

i have also gotten two books out of the library one on female whirling dervishes and one on the women saints of india. these i believe will be good inspiration. for.... ? art!
the voodoo section at the berkeley public library is dreadful. i mean, DREADful. as in two books. gimme a break. also, it offends me when santeria, voodoo, and religions with roots in west africa get stuck right next to new age shit. why are these at the bottom of the religious barrel when they are SO OLD!!! grrrr.... i am going to keep learning about these traditions until i am articulate enough to educate others and speak intelligently about them. in a somewhat related vein, i realize that it is also imperative i work side by side with my emotional writing on new orleans to develop a rhetoric of active imagination and critical thought about my experience there (god, and as a human being on earth, right?)

more later about these subjects. kat is coming to pick me up and i am going to spend two loverly days in the country of california. we will go to the beach, hike around her property, interact with chickens and a dog, cook, drink tea, watch a movie, make books, write, do yoga, and chill. it will be great. ta ta.