Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked

What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.