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the dearness of the vanishing moment: April 2005
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Thursday, April 28, 2005. As a teen, I was able to submit to structure and authority to a degree I can hardly imagine as an independent, obstinant twenty-something . But at the end of the summer I will voluntarily relinquish my transient, layaboutish lifestyle and wager on my ability to cram graduate school, seminary, and gainful employment into a Juliana sandwich, using the muscles of my weak weak will. Posted by Juliana @ 3:44 PM. Monday, April 25, 2005. I know God...
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The Red-Winged Blackbird
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Saturday, July 07, 2012. Tired of Speaking Sweetly. Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,. Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and. Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,. He would just drag you around the room. By your hair,. Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world. That bring you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly. And wants to rip to shreds. All your erroneous notions of truth. That make you fight within yourself, dear one,.
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the dearness of the vanishing moment: December 2006
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Saturday, December 02, 2006. Posted by Juliana @ 9:40 PM. Lower left pinkie region, Michigan, United States. View my complete profile. Restorer, paper and print. Flow chart to my heart. In like a lion. This is all true.
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the dearness of the vanishing moment: May 2005
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Tuesday, May 31, 2005. Posted by Juliana @ 12:49 PM. Saturday, May 28, 2005. On a midnight drive to New Mexico. A few classic tumble weeds crossing the highway. Two little girls afraid of the rest-stop restroom crickets. Singing every sappy song we can remember. Eleven hours with no stereo]. Drive into an unreal sunrise. Pink orange violet, and plateaus rise out of the misty dawn. We breath the air,. Greet the deaf dog. And crash [sleep] until noon. Oh how we danced.
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the dearness of the vanishing moment: November 2006
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Saturday, November 18, 2006. I made a friend! Posted by Juliana @ 10:42 PM. Posted by Juliana @ 10:41 PM. Thursday, November 02, 2006. Coming to terms with michigan. Posted by Juliana @ 11:10 AM. Lower left pinkie region, Michigan, United States. View my complete profile. Restorer, paper and print. Flow chart to my heart. In like a lion. This is all true.
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The Red-Winged Blackbird: January 2010
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010. I've recently been writing about a certain "mode" of poetry that was first conceived and practiced by the British Romantic poets; what some have called the "epiphanic mode." I've joined them in calling it that. Which a fun thing to do- join a tradition, a convention. I'm with these guys over here, doing this thing, yeah. The Romantic poets seem to have had two reactions: 1. Romantic Irony, and 2. Romantic Epiphany. Monday, January 11, 2010. Here is his song. Twenty years larg...
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The Red-Winged Blackbird: February 2010
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Monday, February 22, 2010. And handing out our fliers. Nothing like door-to-door knocking to put one in a philosophical mood- all these box-homes, housing suburban creatures and their families, creatures who peek their little heads out to see what sort of visitors have come to call. It's us, John and I, trying to appear nonchalant, standing one forward one back, commenting on the prettiness of their decor, the beauty of their dog. That dog in your pic is so cute! I love Coldplay too! One young lady (old ...
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the dearness of the vanishing moment: March 2005
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Monday, March 28, 2005. Posted by Juliana @ 12:34 PM. Saturday, March 05, 2005. DNA of a week in yosemite. Wished i was a cow. Vas victimized by tree snowballs. Cried about disabled puppies in diapers. Cried about homeowners who had their study remodelled. Saw a hippo licking a crocodile. Climbed to the top of a 2700 ft cliff. Flirted using a rolling snow-cinnamon-bun. Wished i was a bus driver. Was mistaken for a foreigner. Encountered bucks and does. In like a lion.
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the dearness of the vanishing moment: July 2005
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Friday, July 15, 2005. Left my garbage in la mirada. Walter reed army hospital is enormous. enormous like the Enterprise. i got a lot of exercise looking for the neuroscience ward. I was sitting by the coi pond today, alone in the humidity. a woman in her greens, walking with a cane, stopped and said to me, "Are you okay? Posted by Juliana @ 2:19 AM. Monday, July 11, 2005. I'm busy. Don't ask me for any favors, please. For the next fortnight:. Say goodbye to my job.
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the dearness of the vanishing moment: August 2005
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The dearness of the vanishing moment. Monday, August 29, 2005. She who has ears, let her listen. Movies yesterday, my first instinct when i got up this morning was to turn on the television. i know it makes us feel less lonely, distracts us, gives us company, lets us escape, etc. but really, how can something so unsatisfying and so unmotivating be so addictive? Damn perpetual motion. damn it. I guess this is what makes us human. flexing our muscles of will to change our direction in behavior.
