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How 1 Man Spent 10 Years Behind Bars

“Days in prison have a sameness to them, and my most meaningful and frequent conversations were with authors.” –Daniel Genis

An interesting post on The New Yorker details the author’s conversation with a man, Daniel Genis, recently released from prison. The article mostly discusses what Genis did during his 10 years and 3 months in prison: read. It appears Genis read everything he could get his hands on from classics to the more obscure–for example–books on sumo wrestling and sausages.

While incarcerated, Genis kept a journal documenting all the books he read with commentary provided for each entry. He notes that he “started out with books that helped me make sense of the situation around me.” These titles included The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoevsky and The Autobiography of Malcolm x.  He obtained his books from his father, prison libraries, or ordered from catalogs.

Genis speaks of not wasting time in prison because that virtually wastes your life. Instead, he says that reading Proust instilled in him the need to write in order to exist outside of prison. To that end, Genis completed a novel while incarcerated.

Find out more of what Genis read while incarcerated by reading the article here.

2Pac – “Sometimes I Cry”

In class at the Lake County Jail we have read a diverse selection of works that have generated insightful conversation and proved helpful in modeling various writing forms. Most recently, a student mentioned that Tupac Shakur–primarily known to me as a (great) rapper–had written a good deal of poetry. Keeping with our efforts to expose the students to a wide range of voices, I got my hands on his posthumously-released poetry collection The Rose that Grew from Concrete and brought some of the poems to class.

Last week we read and discussed “Sometimes I Cry” (printed below). It elicited some powerful discussion on imposed gender roles and the expectations they carry, how we can help one another, and how to gather strength when one feels broken.

The moment was also important as it reinforced the fact that in that small, concrete-lined, poorly-lit room we all have the ability to learn from one another.

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes when I’m alone
I cry because I’m on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friend
But who do you know that stops that long
to help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by
than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
It’s painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.

–2Pac

Student Work Wednesday

Pay Attention to Detail by Terry S.

Like a siren your presence screams at my attention
blinding me from comprehension…
I no longer see the vast qualities of the world…
but total release from life’s limitations…
flashing hot and cold with no control there’s no ration behind the fantasy you hold

Pay attention to detail…

Voice the sound of a soft seashell
I understand and can tell… the bold, italic, and underlined ways she casts her spell
Mesmerized I don’t think she realize I memorize every sensuous effect cuz I…

Pay attention to detail…

A cool breeze the way your hair flows round your bright face…
I swear it only exists for the light of my days
yet with a wind of expression my dreams are no longer a daze…
back and forth, back and forth I pace…
thinking ‘bout you in all your amazing ways curly hair, ponytail, hair down laid down God how I love her smile

Pay attention to detail…

Age: 22 Favorite color: Pink
likes dresses and jeans shoes: Vans sometimes heels when she steps on the scene
Likes helping people when they’re in need
so she’s a nurse trying to get a degree
always getting the short end of the stick so she thinks
“fuck helping people who’s helping me?!”

Pay attention to detail…

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About Terry S.: Misguided…Now I makin’ my own way. Speaking through these lines revealin’ what lies behind the real, separated from the fake capitalizing on my mistakes.