That is my intention, my obsession, here. I want to traverse the muddy headlands of meaning, of vocabulary, and "make sense" of something. Or, if that ambition is too much (for this late hour)--the ephemeral and mutable mots moving with the teasing and slippery grace of butterflies--I will content myself to look for bones and stones and berries to string together. I will bead the seeds of some new language, laughing. And I will wear the weary string around my neck. It is enough to create patterns here. It is enough--meaning aside--to piece together something pretty with which to decorate my naked, trembling self.
"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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03 September 2011
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