So busy these days reading the books they tell me to read, writing the papers they tell me to write. But still, steal time to make a way out of that order, into something hopefully better. Reading Absalom! Absalom! and Go Down, Moses and and post-colonial (better called post-anti-colonial) takes on his work. Estas palabras se me salieron, these words just saved themselves on the page:
you already know right? no glory in the conquest. pathologically raveling out. not our job to stop (them). echoes of nostalgic rock the room the body quakes. an aristocracy of weary gestures merits no tirade. as if furious moaning over dolls. the only dispossession my own timidity. no need to speak no one. should anyone? then no hands no strings. worlds of historical trampsing. no time to scream the bayou lords over and only gargling words just below the surface.
you already know right? no glory in the conquest. pathologically raveling out. not our job to stop (them). echoes of nostalgic rock the room the body quakes. an aristocracy of weary gestures merits no tirade. as if furious moaning over dolls. the only dispossession my own timidity. no need to speak no one. should anyone? then no hands no strings. worlds of historical trampsing. no time to scream the bayou lords over and only gargling words just below the surface.