Berlin, May 24th 2015
– 2 da days ago – When there is unpleasant quietness during a conversation, I…
then I feel I should look @ in their eyes but I…
then the words come out lo loudly and turn to repetition. At least twice.
– 2 days ago – When he doesn’t look me in the eyes while I’m talking and bows moves his head down I feel my words are worth worthless
– 1 day ago – I always want to come back when I le leave his place in anger.
In I Before I open the door to step out I…
expecting the sounds of his footsteps from the living room running after me.
But that doesn’t happen anymore.
today – A sparrow is pushing the tree branches down.
The wind pulls them in the opposite direction.
16.15 – page 78 Unnamed Dragonfly Species from well then there now by Juliana Spahr
as the story goes on makes me it harder and harder for me to breath.
I feel I cannot finish. (von Tr
(The same effect as von Trier’s Melancholia)
tomorrow – Things should be said more largely than the personal way.
Things are larger than the personal way of telling.
Intimate confession is a project.
Confession’s structured plan of percents and regulations.
Sonnets from well then there now by Juliana Spahr
a musical error tickling the the muscle of the tongue,
bit by bit
I lolololololove you.
who came up with the idea that such a person, the one who stutters, is idiotic, retarded, laughable?
I guess one learns to become patient when talking to a stutter-er
I want to
the way I feel
I can see stutter as a wonderful way to choreograph. Turning stuttering into a strategy.
Articulating gestures, postures over and over until one get’s it right.
I love the moments when someone is trying to articulate while thinking, when words aren’t quite yet what they ought to be. when they change while being spoken…