Thursday, December 13, 2007

Excerpts from Notebook, mid-August 2007, Beirut

Will I be miserable when I get to Damascus, or is there a future for me there?  Would I have to kill myself if I got drafted into the military?  Maybe not.  There is a great security, a dull comfort, in routine, an opportunity to surrender to an authoritarian-totalitarian government's schedule.  I could write a play about it.  Maybe the theatrical imagination is omnipotent.  Because it has the potential to generate place and time from language.  In real time.  And in real space.
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I could feel the resonance of her smile after she hung up the phone.

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