diary / by Edward Mullany


And yet part of me wants to repudiate my earlier work, or to establish between myself and it a line of demarcation, the purpose of which would be to express the ambivalence I feel toward it, when I think of it, not so much for whether it constitutes art, or a project that has been realized, but for what seems to me, in its narrative, the pervasiveness of violence, the bleakness of landscape, and a darkness of prophecy that isn’t in keeping with my conception of reality.