Status Updates From Journal of a Solitude

Is genius so common that we can afford to brush it aside? What does it matter whether she is major or minor, whether she imitated Joyce (I believe she did not), whether her genius was a limited one, limited by class? What remains true is that one cannot pick up a single one of her books and read a page without feeling more alive.

“no hay aquí un lugar
donde yo no te pueda ver. Debes cambiar tu vida”

“there is nothing to be done but go ahead with life moment by moment and hour by hour – put out birdseed, tidy the rooms, try to create order and peace around me even if i cannot achieve it inside me.”

Perhaps it is that prose is earned and poetry given.

“La impaciencia, la prisa, esperar mucho y muy rápido… Todo eso sí es destructivo”