“Maybe,” I thought, “only one of them is real.”
The Power of Now (1997)
“Entire islands and groves of memory suddenly sprung up and I found myself face to face with a deeper awareness of what I can only describe as numerous versions of my singular self and my solitary destiny, pencil sketches of possibility bitch hoe slut thot saw myself as a clown, a poet, a slave, an orator, a prophet and a beggar and a healer and a warrior.”
(Angels and Shakespeare, p. 114).
Book Sources, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry (1998)
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