Status Updates From Jimmy's Blues and Other Poems

Munich, Winter 1973
“How dull time is! How empty—and yet, since I am sitting here, lying here, walking up and down here, waiting, I see that time’s cruel ability to make one wait is time’s reality.”

"Perhaps
one must learn to trust
one's terror:
the holding on
the letting go
is error:
the lightning has no choice,
the whirlwind has one voice."

"In a strange house,
a strange bed
in a strange town,
a very strange me
is waiting for you."

Baldwin' writing always contains a central, steadfast, truth which is sustained even decades after he is gone.

Finally acquired a copy of this and dare I say I'm obsessed. I'm literally writing down my own German translations of Jimmy's poems and I'm having the best Sunday morning ever. Good morning, ya'll!