Something almost religious.
My Life by Lyn Hejinian (Green Integer 39, 2002) is now one year old.
The first year was marked by a peculiar balance between obsession and burden. On some days, the sentence read like a horoscope, forwards and back. In general, there was something almost religious about it, something idolatrous, something insufficient. Daily meditation (back to the book, the glue of St. Victor) meets create/edit/post.
