"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
06 July 2011
Paul Verlaine Reads Me and I Spit His Words Back in His Face
"What have you done, O, you that weep
In the glad sun,---
Say, with your youth, you man that weep,
What have you done?"
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