I just found an old favorite of mine, Fire, selections from the journals of Anais Nin. I just love her! She is so bold, so passionate, so wild, so unafraid. A true bohemian - doing things that most women didn't dare do then; taking on multiple lovers, experimenting with bisexuality, writing erotica, hanging out with Henry Miller and Otto Rank, traveling the world. And documenting it all. What a life...'The life here so tame. The prety apartment, the pretty dinners, the pastel-colored friends, everything feeble. Money restrictions. Publishing restrictions. Open the windows! Let's have magnificence, splendor, hard work, miracles, coffee and toast, smiles, miracles, coffee and toast, smiles, health, jazz, schizophrenia, swift elevators, men with lovable bodies, unobtrusive minds minds that don't mar happiness, primitives.'
'The pain of leaving Rank, Thurema. It seemed to me that all my being was so aroused that I felt all mys loves at once and it was unbearable. So many loves. What am I? The Lover of the World. Crazed with love. Crazed with love. My whole body in pain, the pain of separation, loss, change.'
Anais Nin, from Fire, the unexpurgated diary of Anais Nin 1934-1937
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana%C3%AFs_Nin
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