A butter cow, down east, first gave her insides--jasmine-kissed milk--not only proudly, quite stubbornly; teets under very weak examination yielded. Zebu, your excellent whey, vats under the stairs reducing quietly, pulls on natured micro-organisms like keifer. Jailed inside her gifts from evaporation, delicate cheeses become art.
"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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12 December 2010
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