Flowers for Jean Genet Book

I	The Funeral - We've Got to Get Some Flowers	1
II	Choir Boys Who Are Waving the Verdigris Incense Boxes in the Wind	12
III	My Deepest Desire Is to Dehumanize Myself	29
IV	A Snowstorm That Enables a Thief to Escape	39
V	The Only Way of Escaping the Horror is to Submit to the Horror	48
VI	I Bear a Charnel House inside Myself, and Poetry Will Have to Answer for it	59
VII	A Very Brief Note on Lousy Paper, on a Kind of Gray Ash	67
VIII	The Galley Slaves' Chains Were Called: The Vines. What Kind of Fruit Did They Bear?	70
IX	Thus I Will Stop Writing That I Am "Literally" Dying	77
X	I Burned for So Long, Burned with Such Glowing Hatred That I Turned to Ash	86
XI	I Heard the Horses' Hoof Steps as They Drew the Cart Bearing the Coffin with the Executed Man into the Small Cemetery	93
XII	Two Angels, Tired of Flying, Have Sat Down to Rest on a Telegraph Pole	105
XIII	And That Is Actual Holiness: To Live According to the Sky, Despite God	111
XIV	I Am Talking about a Country Whose Skin Was Torn Away, Down to Its Bones	117
XV	The Horse Drawing the Funeral Wagon Was Tired. Two Choir Boys, One of Whom Held the Incense Branch in His Hand, Were Secretly Whistling a Pop Tune	137
	Bibliography of Works Consulted	139