I miss home fired potatoes, fried crisp in cast iron frying pan in lard. I ate fried potatoes at breakfast before I came to prison with eggs and sausage. Strawberry preserves. Tomato soup at breakfast. I’m looking forward to eating real food when I get out.
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We do a lot of political good deeds that make us feel self-righteous and not a part of the awful mainstream when yet another completely stupid and dangerous thing happens in this country. We say, complacently, ‘Well, I’m not part of that’; or, ‘As I said in The Nation’; or, ‘As I told the students at Stanford’; or, ‘When I was on the Today Show’ (for two minutes)—and on and on. I think if we’re going to be politically active, it has to start creeping into our novels.
"I tend to basically exaggerate in life, and in writing, it’s fine to exaggerate. I really enjoy overstating for the purpose of getting a laugh. It’s very flattering, that laugh, and at the same time it gives pleasure to the audience and accomplishes more than writing very serious things. For another thing, writing is easier than digging ditches. Well, actually that’s an exaggeration. It isn’t."
So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I’ve learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled “file and forget,” and I can neither file nor forget.
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison. Ellison was born on this day in 1914.