“A carnival in daylight is an unfinished beast, anyway. Rain makes it a ghost. The wheezing music from the empty, motionless rides in a soggy, rained-out afternoon midway always hit my chest with a sweet ache. The colored dance of lights in the seeping air flashed the puddles in the sawdust with an oily glamour.” LightAirSweetRainEmptyGhostBeastChestsAfternoonAcheGlamourDaylightUnfinishedPuddlesCarnivalsMidwaySawdustWheezing Author:Katherine Dunn
“The sumptuous age of stars and images is reduced to a few artificial tornado effects, pathetic fake buildings, and childish tricks which the crowd pretends to be taken in by to avoid feeling too disappointed. Ghost towns, ghost people. The whole place has the same air of obsolescence about it as Sunset or Hollywood Boulevard.” PeopleWholeFeelingsAgeStarsTakenAirEffectsBuildingHollywoodTownsCrowdsTricksGhostFakeSunsetDisappointedArtificialPatheticTornadoesBoulevardObsolescenceSumptuousGhost Town Book:Mass Identity Architecture: Architectural Writings of Jean Baudrillard Source: Mass Identity Architecture: Architectural Writings of Jean Baudrillard
“Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.” LoveYearsHeartMayStillsAirPureSummerSpringFairsRoseLovelyStealingGhostVioletFragranceHeart LoveWooingVoluptuous Book:The Poems Source: The Poems
“I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by string and horse.Tell me everything won't end in death. That everything doesn't end with February. Dead wildflowers wrapped around a crying baby's throat.I've slowed my heartbeat to three beats a minute. I've redrawn the clouds into birds, a fox chasing them into the mountains.I'm going to move my hand today.I vomit ice cubes.There's a ghost next to me.Get up, Dad.(Light Boxes)” EndsBodyHandsLightRunningTodayMovingThreeNextAirSkyMinutesCryFieldsBabyDadMountainBeatsBirdHorseCloudsSizeBoxesGhostGet UpIceStringsThroatFoxesChasingHeartbeatBalloonsFebruaryKitesCubesWildflowers Author:Shane Jones