The name is Feuilleton Jones. It’s of French origin. Like New Orleans. Like Le Roi. It’s of black origin, like Jenkins and Jefferson. Yeah, my mama named me funny. Leastwise I don’t look funny. What’s your excuse? Don’t talk about my mama.

June 11, 2000

Revolutionary Challenge

Something interesting about consciousness of the poverty of everyday life: The overwhelming consciousness of a lack of substance can make one a revolutionary, but the coming to consciousness of this lack is an assignment, not a call: the revolutionary hunger must be fed with knowledge not easy to attain, despite the fundamental knowledge of hunger, which feels substantial only because, being a lack, though a total one, it is essentially identical to that substance spooned out daily in small servings.

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