"Attention must finally be paid to such a person." -Arthur Miller; Death of a Salesman

"Attention must finally be paid to such a person." -Arthur Miller; Death of a Salesman

"Baby BIrch" by Joanna Newsom

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“He was never without misery, and never without hope.” -Joseph Heller; Catch-22

“He was never without misery, and never without hope.” -Joseph Heller; Catch-22

"I don’t tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth" -Tennessee Williams; A Streetcar Named Desire

"I don’t tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth" -Tennessee Williams; A Streetcar Named Desire

This Hour and What is Dead

by Li-Young Lee

Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
Does he remember his earth, his birthplace set to torches?
His love for me feels like spilled water
running back to its vessel.

At this hour, what is dead is restless
and what is living is burning.

Someone tell him he should sleep now.

My father keeps a light on by our bed
and readies for our journey.
He mends ten holes in the knees
of five pairs of boy’s pants.
his love for me is like sewing:
various colors and too much thread,
the stitching uneven. But the needle pierces
clean through with each stroke of his hand.

At this hour, what is dead is worried
and what is living is fugitive.

Someone tell him he should sleep now.

God, that old furnace, keeps talking
with his mouth of teeth,
a beard stained at feasts, and his breath
of gasoline, airplane, human ash.
His love for me feels like fire,
feels like doves, feels like river-water.

At this hour, what is dead is helpless, kind
and helpless. While the Lord lives.

Someone tell the Lord to leave me alone.
I’ve had enough of his love
that feels like burning and flight and running away.

“Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.” -Cormac McCarthy; Blood Meridian, or The Evening Redness in the West

“Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.” -Cormac McCarthy; Blood Meridian, or The Evening Redness in the West

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19 Plays

"She keeps me close to her heart in a locket; I keep her close to my cock on a picture in my pocket. I cannot stop not matter how I try."

“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.” -J.D. Salinger; The Catcher in the Rye

“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.” -J.D. Salinger; The Catcher in the Rye

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” Angela Carter; The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” Angela Carter; The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

"I feel like the word shatter." -Margaret Atwood; The Handmaid’s Tale

"I feel like the word shatter." -Margaret Atwood; The Handmaid’s Tale