I was at that time seldom in Cairo, there about one month in three. I worked in the Department of Egyptology on my own book, Recentes Explorations dans le Desert Libyque, as the days progressed, coming closer and closer to the text as if the desert were there somewhere on the page, so I could […]
From The Cancer Journals: …But fear and anxiety are not the same. One is an appropriate response to to a real situation which I can accept and learn to work through just as I work through semi-blindness. But the other, anxiety, is an immobilizing yield to things that go bump in the night, a surrender […]
Another old post on anger. This doesn’t reflect my current views, but I’m posting it because an important part of this blog, for me, is having a record of my thoughts over time. 1/24/10 From Audre Lorde in “The Uses of Anger: Women Responding to Racism”: “My response to racism is anger. I have lived […]
She had always wanted words, she loved them, she grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Whereas I thought words bent emotions like sticks in water.
D, I’ve been thinking about how to explain what I meant about my impression that you were taking your mind “personally”, and what an alternative to that might be. Whenever I’m offering something that borders on advice, I feel the need to preface it by acknowledging that I am, of course, a work in progress, […]
New approach necessary. No, not to romantic love, which the poem below is, I think, about, but to love of life. I need–abandon. I need to learn to walk heedless of the abyss. I can do this in love–”every instant to see the sword hanging over the head of the beloved, and yet not to find […]
I walk home in hurricane winds. I open my windows and lie on my bed, listening to the winds howl and my blinds clamoring against the window frames. The doors banging on their hinges. I want to open my chest; I want the wind to blow through and clear all the anger and frustration and […]