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2002-05-02

Djuna Barnes
B. 6.12.1892 Cornwall-on-Hudson, New York / D. 6.18.1982 New York City
Criticism

Again when I pick up the pen the first thing comes to mind is “O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!”
And I just surrender to it finally.
What am I stronger than the earth’s crust which even it folds every once in awhile?
Why prolong resistance for I can’t win—why even sidestep?
Nature nature nature nature and Shakespeare—silly to dither.
Put up your dukes—knock me down.

But really-o, what a rotten time I’m like to give myself each day without perceptible surcease.
Should have been an actress—long ago.
Even New England can’t find the weather to begrudge every blossoming tree.
Cleaner living inside lines I didn’t write, like choice hotels.
Guilt guilt guilt guilt and a week from now—appearing nightly.
Marriage! No—Revenge!

Consolation Site: Ladies Almanack (1928)

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