From Kathy Acker’s diaries, c. July—August 1972, while living in Solana Beach just before meeting Peter Gordon.
Meanwhile, in William T. Vollmann’s “Violet Hair: A Heideggerian Tragedy,” from The Rainbow Stories:
What happened to all the punk postmodernists bumming around Solana Beach? I suppose in both these cases they moved to San Francisco.
Two more, both from Sam’s play Can’t Hear Well:
and:
“I am — or I was — one of those people who pride themselves in on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. This virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. Their decisions are not really decisions at all — a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named — but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not. This is certainly what my decision, made so long ago in Joey’s bed, came to. I had decided to allow no room in the universe for something which shamed and frightened me. I succeeded very well — by not looking at the universe, by not looking at myself, by remaining, in effect, in constant motion.”
James Baldwin | Giovanni’s Room
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