An Interview With Jenovefa Knoop
It’s a one-way universe, it flows in one way. It’s a waste to go against the grain. In fact, what makes a person an artist, in any field, is that they’re dancing with the grain of the universe, they’re extending the thoughts of God.
In learning to give ourselves we learn both to live and to die — to die not only our final death, but those many deaths of daily living by which we become more alive.
Seth suggests that all deaths are suicides in a sense, as all life forms choose their time of death on subconscious levels. But the context in which we choose to die is as significant and inter-connected to whom we are becoming as the context in which we choose to live.
“Rely on yourself” and “Do not rely on yourself” alone are not conflicting ideas. One must rely on what he is, but what he is is not alone.
“As a white person,” a student asks me, “are you uncomfortable teaching black literature to blacks?”
My work is a universe complete with its own set of rules and regulations.
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I think it’s a toss-up between God and my mother. I missed the breasts which never fed me. Lately, I’ve dreamt of my mother every night, but my conscious mind buries the dreams before morning. My ego is of my mother’s making. I bear the residue of the Oedipus complex. It colors my relationships with other women. I hate my mother and I love her.
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