These days, these weeks, these pages of the calendar are but a deck of cards care--ful/less--ly shuffled. Faceless, ageless and uncertain, they align with the clicking of a gear. This is the accident out of which I will court meaning, out of which I will invent a life...out of thin air. In the end, the narrative will be the measure of all this, the craft of the conversation. Listen to how it punctuates the pauses between the mints and nuts, between the hands, fanned-wide and bejeweled.
"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
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02 July 2010
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