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I, Mary MacLane

Mary MacLane (1881-1929)

1. A crucible of my own making
2. Half inevitably, half by choice
3. A twisted moral
4. Everyday and to-morrow
5. A mathematic dead-wall
6. My neat blue chair
7. A lost person
8. A thin damnedness
9. A prison of self
10. A winding sheet
11. The Dover road
12. The harp of worn strings
13. A strongly-windy Saturday
14. A someway separate individual
15. Sincerity and despair
16. It’s not death
17. A human prerogative
18. The merciless beauty
19. My shoes
20. An eerie quality
21. A helliad
22. Swift go my days
23. By the blood of dead Americans
24. To express me
25. Bastard lacy valentines
26. Sweet fine sweatings of blood
27. Instinct—a ‘first law’
28. Loose twos
29. Knitting or plaiting straw
30. A life-long lonely word
31. Their voices
32. My damns
33. To God, care of the whistling winds
34. A working diaphragm
35. Lot’s wife
36. My echoing footsteps
37. A comfortably vicious person
38. In my black dress and my still room
39. Their little shoes
40. The sleep of the dead
41. Stickily mad
42. God compensates me
43. The strange braveness
44. Just beneath my skin
45. God’s kindly caprice
46. A fascinating creature
47. No resonance
48. Black-browed Wednesdays
49. The conscious analyst
50. Eye when I mean tooth
51. A wild mare
52. The mist
53. A white liner
54. Beneficent bedlam
55. A deathly pathos
56. The necklace
57. Slyly garbling and cross-purposing
58. Not quite voilà-tout
59. A damned spider
60. To wander and hang and float about
61. A thousand kisses
62. A fluttering-moth wish
63. Twenty inches of ajarness
64. A profoundly delicious idea
65. A mountebank’s cloak
66. A familiar sharp twist
67. A dark bright fierce fire
68. Late afternoon
69. An ancient witch-light
70. The gray-purple
71. The subdivided cell
72. Food and fire
73. The edge of mist-and-silver
74. A right shape and size
75. Ice-water, corrosive acid and human breath
76. Rhythm
77. A prayer-feeling

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Described as "the first blogger", Mary MacLane lived a tortured life, ahead of her time. Her beloved father died when she was a young child, and at the age of 8, her stepfather moved the family from its home in Winnipeg, Canada to Montana in the United States, where young Mary had a hard time making friends. Her sensational autobiographical style of writing was considered scandalous, as she told of her bohemian lifestyle, feminist politics and open bisexuality. Although popular during her lifetime, among a sensation-seeking public, and being credited with influencing such writers as Scott Fitzgerald and Edith Wharton, her work lost its popularity after her death at the age of 48.