stuff i've underlined recently
Stuff I've Underlined Recently
aka my public commonplace book <3
from The Philosophy of Andy Warhol...
"Cash. I just am not happy when I don't have it. The minute I have it I have to spend it. And I just buy STUPID THINGS" (130).
"A: I'm so sorry to hear about it. I just thought that things were magic and that it would never happen" (121).
"When I was little and I was sick a lot, those sick times were like little intermissions. Innermissions. Playing with dolls...I always left my cut-out dolls in my cut-out book" (117).
"Sometimes the little times you don't think are anything while they're happening turn out to be what marks a whole period of your life" (110).
from The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare...
"Reverend sirs,/For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep/Seeming and savor all the winter long./Grace and remembrance be to you both,/And welcome to our shearing" (4.4, 73-77).
"or I'll be thine, my fair,/Or not my father's; for I cannot be/Mine own, nor anything to any, if /I be not thine" (4.4, 42-45).
"Farewell!/The day frowns more and more. Thou'rt like to have/A lullaby too tough. I never saw/The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor!/Well may I get aboard. This is the chase./I am gone for ever [Exit, pursued by a bear]" (3.3, 52-57).
from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton...
"Didn't I die, blood running down the post,/lungs gagging for air, die there for the sin/of anyone, my south mouth giving up the ghost?/Surely my body is done? Surely I died?/And yet, I know, I'm here. What place is this?.../How can I pray?.../It is hurt, I think, as I touch its little head./It bleeds" ("In the Deep Museum").
"Now you roll/in your sleep, seasick/on your own breathing" (For God While Sleeping").
"My friend, my friend, I was born/doing reference work in sin, and born/confessing it. This is what poems are:/with mercy/for the greedy,/they are the tongue's wrangle" ("With Mercy for the Greedy").
"and me wondering when the ground would break,/and me wondering how anything fragile survives" ("The Abortion").
from Yellowface by David Henry Hwong...
DHH: Because...I'm a writer. And, in the end, everything's always about me.
MARCUS: And?
DHH: Okay. Years ago, I discovered a face - one I could live better and more fully than anything I'd ever tried. But as the years went by, my face became my mask [...] That's what you do after your father dies. You start making his dream your own.
from The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan...
"[W]oman is what society says she is" (151).
"By giving an absolute meaning and a sanctimonious value to the generic term 'woman's role', functionalism put American women into a kind of deep freeze - like Sleeping Beauties, waiting for a Prince Charming to waken them, while all around the magic circle the world moved on" (140).
"[Freudian psychology] became an all-embracing American ideology, a new religion. It filled the vacuum of thought and purpose that existed for many for whom God, or flag, or bank account were no longer sufficient - and yet who were tired of feeling responsible for lynchings and concentration camps and the starving children of India and Africa. It provided a convenient escape from the atom bomb, McCarthy, all the disconcerting problems that might spoil the taste of steaks, the cars and color television and backyard swimming pools. It gave us permission to suppress the troubling questions of the larger world and pursue our own personal pleasures" (136).
poems I've been thinking about...
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