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Incarceration
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Drawings By Carl Harp 126-516
Being is my every breath, the truth I bathe in; Reality is my all even when it tears at me behind these walls. I will not look away, I have seen all the games, and though I am not perfect (who is?) I am not needing those things for they are not lasting.
May 1977
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories
Freedom And Other Prisons
There are many prisons — illness, poverty, insanity. Life itself. We create our own realities; if we bleed for one another, so must we laugh. But it’s no less the prison for our having laid the brick.
November 1976
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