The effortless air,
its heaviness:
I am not lazy,
but gravity is
more ambitious
wrapping around,
trapping my ankles.
There is no escape. There is
the promiscuity of snakes,
an orgy of roots, tumors,
a cancerous kind of growing,
exponential decay.
Call it progress.
"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 July 2010
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