How does one gain access to one’s own life, to think about or even write about one’s own experiences? How does one find the language to articulate the being of his/her experiences? Can language capture the being or content of our experiences? Or, does it, in some way, only hope to capture merely our own perspective.
– Excerpt From “Black Boy: Phenomenology and the Existential Novel” by James B Haile
Thoughts?
The Afro-Librarians 