Almost a week with xoana.
We have two Jasmin plants a'flowering out upon our little half balcony (one and the other), and here our shoes do often fill the hallway.
I've only read three books by James baldwin, all of them novels. Go tell it to the mountain... Another country.. and Giovanni's room. They left me profoundly affected, moved and hurt. So much so that at the time (I was perhaps nineteen, go figure..) I resolved not to read them again. Recently I've listened to a fair few of his speeches and lectures, and I have the feeling it'd be nice to read more of his essays.
I'm still tentative about revisiting his novels.
James Baldwin: The Moral Responsibility of the Artist
oh, aren't people good at times.
