"You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will not serve that in which I do not believe, whether it call itself my home, my father or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use--silence, exile, and cunning." J. Joyce (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man)

"Poetry turns all things to loveliness; it exalts the beauty of that which is most beautiful, and it adds beauty to that which is most deformed; it marries exultation and horror, grief and pleasure, eternity and change; it subdues to union under its light yoke all irreconcilable things."
P.B. Shelley ("A Defence of Poetry")

I'm a female, 20-billion-year-old absurdist from New England. I am currently working on what I call "project highlighter," which involves no highlighters. I am essentially stealing all of the lines I like from my crappy poetry and shoving them into one outrageously large poem. I have a lot of crappy poetry. It's taking a while. I may or may not post it here when I am done. Really, I just want to have an excuse for not posting anything.

I'm not going to be putting up anything that I'm planning on publishing (for first publishing rights, etc), so I'm sorry that you're not going to get the best look at my writing now.

/angst