The thought passed through my mind that I was sitting with ‘Eve,’ a petite, attractive, open woman who had endured the obvious conflicts of a life with not just one personality, or even three as the public had been lead to believe, but in fact had come to terms with 22 separate personalities before she entered her present state of stability, resolution.
this is a place without a terrain a government that always changes an
unstable language. Even buildings disappear from day to day.
[gendered pronoun] wanders in this place
the condition of bearableness is the constant state of mind for all
we read all day in the village square during the rule of [name of major
historical figure] a book that is so subtle
[its political content goes unnoticed
what is its political content?
[the question or the statement
[generic pronoun] create
[a reader culture
[possessive pronoun] prefer both
Diane E.S. Prentiss
We are nine American researchers in a rented minivan, racing from Kingston to the eastern coastal region of St. Thomas parish. This end of the island doesn’t sport timeshare resorts and high-priced bungalows. There are no freckled young men in Vuarnets, printed boxers, and zinc noses playing volleyball on the beach. No drinks with umbrellas, Hard Rock Cafes, or expensive dance clubs. There are no telephones, few cars, and only an occasional shop. Electricity is in a few households, but only for two or three hours each evening. No hustling. Tourist cocaine has no place out here on the flat plains worked by laborers.
I haven’t admitted this to anyone. I want to learn to kill something.
It sounds crazy, but I seem to be the only one who doesn’t know how. Hunters know. Doctors know. Soldiers, judges, murderers, God.