From Ishmael Reed’s Yellow Back Radio Broke-Down:
…in Africa — you know, that strange continent which serves as the subconscious of our planet — where we’ve found the earliest remains of man…Who knows what lurks in the secret breast of that Continent, shaped so like the human skull?
The Pope looked at Drag in disgust. One should [...]
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Straight from the Loop Garoo Kid’s mouth.
Posted in shiny things, tagged 60s, amazon, america, back, belief, broke, Christianity, citizen, class, constitution, down, faith, freedom, God, government, ishmael, Jesus, people, Pope, racism, radio, reed, yellow on December 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“semiconscious in the dark”
Posted in shiny things, tagged assurance, confidence, fall, fiction, gay, intimacy, loneliness, love, peace, sex, Stephen, styrsky, Sunday Morning, togetherness on November 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
from Sunday Morning by Stephen Styrsky:
When Nathan first slept in the family’s heirloom, his fear was of falling off. His first serious boyfriend also admitted it scared him, and they broke up soon after he tumbled out one evening. Nathan ascribed no connection to either event. Most people who have used the bed take time [...]
The world without eyes, ears.
Posted in shiny things, tagged art, autobiography, blind, deaf, education, God, heaven, Helen, Keller, knowledge, Ladies' Home Journal, limitation, love, nonfiction, obstacle, overcome, poetry, prose, religion, story, The Story of My Life on November 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
From Helen Keller’s autobiography, The Story of My Life:
Thus I came up out of Egypt and stood before Sinai, and a power divine touched my spirit and gave it sight, so that I beheld many wonders. And from the sacred mountain I heard a voice which said, “Knowledge is love and light and vision.”
Great poetry, [...]
” “Is that really true?” the man asked in anguish.”
Posted in shiny things, tagged anxiety, carol, detroit, family, firebomb, human condition, hurt, joyce, loneliness, love, oates, peace, riot, selfish, seperation, sorrow, them, time, truth, victim on November 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
from Joyce Carol Oates’s them, as spoken by Loretta while sitting in a YMCA after her apartment building was firebombed during the Detroit riots:
“It makes me feel more alone to think I had kids, and they went off,” she said. She spoke with dignity, slowly, choosing her words. All the television broadcasts had made her [...]
Rich’ with Joy’.
Posted in shiny things, tagged aids, carol, core, death, detroit, fear, heart, horror, joyce, late, love, oates, pain, richard, rodrigues, san francisco, them, victorians on November 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Richard Rodriguez, from Late Victorians:
AIDS, it has been discovered, is a plague of absence. Absence opened in the blood. Absence condensed into the fluid of passing emotion.
Joyce Carol Oates, from Them:
Of his hours spent in bed dreaming, his hours at work, the way in which he put on his shoes – no one cares – [...]
The blues.
Posted in shiny things, tagged God, human, race on October 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
From James Baldwin’s Blues for Mister Charlie:
The eyes of God – maybe those eyes are blind – I never let myself think that before.
An unlikely source.
Posted in shiny things, tagged love, madonna, sex on October 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac.
Madonna
Requiem.
Posted in shiny things, tagged body, death, feel, hide, hurt, life, love, lovely, mother, return, see, soul on October 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Rescue” by Jason Shinder
When the doctor inserts his two fingers
into my mother’s rectum, the pupils of her eyes
move like blue-fish under the ice in a bucket
before they are carried away.
I am climbing out of a well and offering her some water.
I am picking up her body which weighs
less than her [...]
“See the cat? See the cradle?” 2
Posted in shiny things, tagged creation, genesis, God, human condition, man, us, why on October 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Again, Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle:
Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave you to think of one for all this,” said God. And He went away.
