Unnecessary Violence and Ramblings- archiving of my Shadow Work Journals 1986 to present. Sample 18: June 14, 2000

This daily archiving series is about organizing and dating my journal collection. After processing the last few samples that left me a bit raw, this sample is lighter in its contents … Summer 2000 on the Sunshine Coast, being a mom.

See:

Unnecessary Violence Project Explanation and Sample 1 Oct 21, 1992

Sample 2 Date Dec 15 1994

Sample 3 May 16, 2000

Sample 4 August 14, 2002

Sample 5 June 13, 1990

Sample 6 August 23, 2019

Sample 7 December 17, 1995

Sample 8 October 23, 1995

Sample 9 September 1, 2004

Sample 10 September 6, 1999

Sample 11 November 6, 1989

Sample 12 October 23, 2001

Sample 13 October 22, 1993

Sample 14 April 20, 2013

Sample 15 January 31, 1997

Sample 16 January 5, 2012

Sample 17 January 1, 1992

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Today: Journal Start Date June 14, 2000

Cover

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Sample Pages

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Sample Writing

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Reading Bukowski in the tub and continuously struck by the immensity of his poetry; Bukowski has the ability to transport me into the story, giving me a window into a world I have never known physically, but which, ironically, speaks to my mindset… his poetry is a cool drink, a warm quilt…

Sample Drawing

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Sample Quote

The Soldier, His Wife and the Bum
I was a bum in San Francisco but once managed
to go to a symphony concert along with the well-dressed people
and the music was good but something about the
audience was not
and something about the orchestra
and the conductor was
not,
although the building was fine and the
acoustics perfect
I preferred to listen to the music alone
on my radio
and afterwards I did go back to my room and I
turned on the radio but
then there was a pounding on the wall:
“SHUT THAT GOD-DAMNED THING OFF!”
there was a soldier in the next room
living with his wife
and he would soon be going over there to protect
me from Hitler so
I snapped the radio off and then heard his
wife say, “you shouldn’t have done that.”
and the soldier said, “FUCK THAT GUY!”
which I thought was a very nice thing for him
to tell his wife to do.
of course,
she never did.
anyhow, I never went to another live concert
and that night I listened to the radio very
quietly, my ear pressed to the
speaker.
war has its price and peace never lasts and
millions of young men everywhere would die
and as I listened to classical music I heard them making love, desperately and
mournfully, through Shostakovich, Brahms,
Mozart, through crescendo and climax,
and through the shared
wall of our darkness.
– Charles Bukowski

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