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But you can’t look to the institutions of learning for the moral way of living. You have to look at those people that mix pluses and minuses together to get some weird, weird formula. And that’s exactly how I try to live. I try to mix the moon with the sun, and the stars with the water. And I try to come up with a new universe.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1980January 1980One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self: of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.
Nietzsche
Down here was only blankness — as if someone had taken the eyes and turned them around, so only the whites were showing, and that whiteness was what reflected down here to the mind’s screen.
By Jimmy Santiago BacaOctober 1979I cannot write how it was. The world shifted me too fast with each event passing before me, inflicting my nerves with flash-bulb rapidity. I was quietly startled at the fresh novelty. Numb still to the fact I was leaving, disbelieving, an embryo in limbo, sins forgiven, the timelessness suddenly and violently meaning something concrete.
By Jimmy Santiago BacaFebruary 1979Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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