For horses to surprise the sun For minus signs and the omnibus performance space inside Neville Chamberlain For perfect angels in this soup For hard dovetails and unnecessary riders of shame
All it takes is one bullet to rip through the heart of a nation, to shatter any sense of peace or security. To bring incomprehensible loss and portend senseless violence
The full-size gold crown on her head was customary among the privileged class of ultra-rich at these events. Her figure and perky smile had earned her wealth, status, this very spot and now the attention of the thousands in the room and a billion screens beyond.
They’ve been watching, thinking man humorous until the holocaust - killing your young isn’t acceptable. Karma is in man’s horoscope; the planets are aligning. You should leave, find a new home near humility.
I guess I would say the ambition is easy to maintain because it sustains itself on my fundamental enthusiasm to talk about movies or anything else in media that interests me.
Janette didn’t understand, and she didn’t approve. She had told me as much two nights ago, when I had crawled into bed at three o’clock in the morning. “Just so you know, I don’t like this,” she said. “I’m not enjoying any of it.”
The book belongs to the same lineage as Allen Ginsberg’s “Kaddish,” where the poet stands at the grave, eye buried, voice calling into Sheol. Like Ginsberg’s cawing cries and black-clouded Eye, Levi’s visions do not console; they demand presence.
