St. Bonaventure University: A Gulag of Militaristic, Sexual &Philosophical Indoctrination
enjoy a daily morningroutine which I have followedfor more than two years andhope to hold forever. It isalways being interrupted byone event or another, butnever broken long enough tomake me lose it or forget it.
I awake at 5:45 a.m. and listento the radio until six when I situp and meditate for twentyminutes. Up to the time that itis eight o’clock I perform aseries of exercises includingcalisthenics, jogging in place,and light weight-lifting. Afterthese ritualistic performances Ihead for the shower continuingto think about ideas for living,for writing, for studying, forwhatever.At times, the shower conjuresmany intense feelings: theycan be very frightening oreuphoric in construct. I haveself-analyzed these sentimentsthrough some psychoanalyticsystems of thought, and I knowwhy they come about—even,when they will happen. Thereasons are not crucial to thiswriting. My subjectiveresponses spring out of themucky imprints of my life whichlie fixed below myconsciousness and, as theyears pass, occasionally meltaway wholly involuntarily.Nonetheless, there are many of them simmering, and they donot disappear as quickly as Iwould wish. They are downthere, and every so often signalto me—through bodily tremorsand nervous tension—theirdesire to find release in adefinition of their reality. Thescreams for escape tell me I