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the rain beats the roof. a storm covers our country. i have stolen the hours of this day for reading, spending the length of this day in bed with the gorgeous thief himself. jean genet is one of the most lyrical, beautiful writers i have ever read. he is not excessive or flowery, but abundant. a skilled lover. no touch is wasted. everything is necessary.
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these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
2 comments:
What joy for you Angela. Me, I have determined I must clean out the spare room but I avoid the task just now by blogging.
ha! elisabeth, i hate cleaning too! hate, hate, hate! i told myself i wanted to start the new year with a round of "spring cleaning" finished so i suppose i'll have to get on with it soon. like today. ugggg. hopefully we'll both get to enjoy a long afternoon of uninterupted reading as reward once the chores are done. ;)
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