Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Perhaps you think this does not apply to you.

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage.

Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Ask a headhunter why he cuts off human heads. He'll say that rage impels him and rage is born of grief. The act of severing and tossing away the victim's head enables him to throwaway the anger of all his bereavements.

Perhaps you think this does not apply to you. Yet you recall the day your wife, driving you to your mother's funeral, turned left instead of right at the intersection and you had to scream at her so loud other drivers turned to look.

When you tore off her head and threw it out the window they nodded, changed gears, drove away.

Grief and rage-you need to contain that, to put a frame around it, where it can play itself out without you or your kin having to die. There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you-may cleanse you of your darkness.

Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much.

- Anne Carson, "Tragedy: a Curious Art Form"
Gearing up for the Black Telephone to come out, Say you're a fiction's cover to be done, reading for Jubilant Thicket, things with the FUN PERCENT and Enigma Machine. Thinking of this while I do that.

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