Thoughts
on Lyn Hejinian's stunning pseudo-memoir, My Life...
Reading
the partial page of Hejinian's poem got me thinking how I can actually relate
to this sort of writing. The writing is scattered and like ADHD and has a short
attention span on the thought put forth. Reading only part of this poem brings
me to the conclusion that I get it without having to read the entire
book/writing. My mind is often in a fast forward tract and keeps turning focus
so very often that sometimes I get dizzy trying to get back to task on hand. So
very glad to read something that makes me think I am not that different after
all. Thank you, Lynn.
P.S.
Not sure I will ever catch up to my beginning thoughts.
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