RETOUR AU PAYS NATAL
Journal Entry: Thu May 1, 2008, 5:03 PM
At the end of the wee hours, the wind of long ago-of betrayed trusts, of uncertain evasive duty and that other dawn in Europe-arises...
To go away.
As there are hyena-men and panther-men, I would be a jew-man
a Kaffir-man
a Hindu-man-from-Calcutta
a Harlem-man-who-doesn't-vote
the famine man, the insult-man, the torture man you can grab anytime, beat up, kill-no joke, kill-without having to account to anyone, without have to make excuses to anyone
a jew-man
a pogrom-man
a puppy
a beggar
but can one kill Remorse, perfect as the stupefied face of an English lady discovering a Hottentot skull in her soup-tureen?
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Adoration - Listening to: Yoko Shimomura