"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
04 July 2014
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inside and out...everything that had been inside of me, vibrating, beginning to resonate, that chord...was pulled out of me, the cabin pressure, the wind off the wing, the dissembling energy of a meteor torn from its expected orbit...i was an astronaut on that beach...no jeannie but the the bright green eye of Imaje stared at my wreckage and persuaded me with a smile. Brasil moved me....
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