"In the future, there will be miracles,"
so they say, "Modern medicine
will find a way to save you."
Thus advised, I try to salvage
this body from the wreckage, the glass,
the steel, the engine parts that hiss
and spit the burning oil. The horn
wore out the battery, splattering
the night with mud, and then the blood-
red leaves of the sycamore. The burning
stare of the Impala's headlamps, they too
empty into the darkness, are gone
by morning. Not I, however. Half-living,
I am placed on ice, suspended animation,
as if suddenly, somebody here has decided,
"You are too old now to spend Saturday
mornings watching Saturday morning cartoons."
"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 October 2010
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