ENG 270B Quotes for Final BOOK E

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" So cant be saved, as Saint Mark says they mustn't. (I stole the goblet from the children's playhouse) Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion."

Directive Robert Frost

"Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather, there is a house that is no more a house Upon a farm that is no more a farm And in a town that is no more a town."

Directive Robert Frost

"Meatball." Sandor Rojas yelled from the kitchen. "Somebody is trying to come into the window. A burglar, i think. A second-story man," "What are you worrying about,"Meatball said. "we're on the third floor." He loped back into the kitchen. A shaggy woebegone figure stood out no the fire escape, raking his fingernails down the window plane. Meatball opened the window. "saul," he said

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

But for three days now, despite the changeful weather, the mercury had stayed at 37 degrees Fahrenheit. Leery at omens of apocalypse, Callisto shifted beneath the covers. His fingers pressed the bird more firmly, as if needing some pulsing or suffering assurance of an early break in the temperature.

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

Downstairs, Meatball Mulligan's lease- breakingaprty was moving into it's 40th hour. On the kitchen floor, amid a letter of empty champagne fifths, were Sandor Rojas and three friends, playing spit in the ocean and staying awake on Heidseek and benzedrine pills.

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

Meatball stood there and watched, scratching his stomach lazily. The way he figured, there were only about two ways he could cope: (a) lock himself in the closet and maybe eventually they would all go away, or (b) try to calm everybody down, one by one, (a) was certainly the more attractive alternative. But then he started thinking about that coset. it was dark and stuffy and he would be alone. He did not feature being alone. And then this crew... it was that happened he would be, at the very least, embarrassed.

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

Everything is holy ! everybody is holy ! everywhere is holy ! everyday is in eternity ! Everyman's an angel !

Footnote to Howl Allen Ginsberg

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Howl Allen Ginsberg

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

Howl Allen Ginsberg

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried

Howl Allen Ginsberg

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy

Howl Allen Ginsberg

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, Dragging themselves thorough the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angle headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night,

Howl Allen Ginsberg

China under junk-withdrawal in Newark's bleak furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,

Howl Allen Ginsberg

Im with you in rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the western night

Howl Allen Ginsberg

I don't want realism. I want magic! [Mitch laughs] Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it! - Don't turn the light on!

A Streetcar named Desire Tennessee williams

Not God but a swastika so black no sky could squeak through. Everywoman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you

Daddy Sylvia Plath

"In my time," said the grandmother, folding her thin veined fingers," children were more respectful of their native states and their parents and everything else. People did right then. Oh look at the cute little pickaninny!"

A Good man is hard to find Flannery O'Connor

"As soon as the children saw that they could move their arms and their legs, they scrambled out of the car shouting, "We've had an ACCIDENT!" the grandmother was curled up under the dashboard, hoping she was injured so that Bailey's wrath would not come down on her all at once. The horrible thought she had before the accident was that the house she had remembered so vividly was not in Georgia but in Tennessee.

A Good man is hard to find Flannery O'Connor

...You know I haven't put on one ounce in ten years, Stella? I weigh what I weighed the summer you left Belle Reve. The summer Dad died and you left us...

A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE TENNESSEE WILLIAMS

"Then you'll know what you done and you can hold up the crime of the punishment and see do they match and in the end you'll have something to prove you aint been treated right. I call myself The Misfit," he said, "because I cant make what all i done wrong fit what all I gone through in punishment."

A good man is hard to find Flannery O'Connor

" Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead." The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He thrown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then its nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, then its nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can- By killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him."

A good man is hard to find Flannery O'Connor

She saw the man's face twisted close to her own as if he were going to cry and she murmured, "Why you're one of my babies. You're one of my own children!" She reached out and touched him on the shoulder. The misfit sprang back as if a snake had bitten him and shot her three times through the chest."

A good man is hard to find Flannery O'Connor

"She would of been a good woman," The misfit said, if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life."

A good man is hard to fond Flannery O'Connor

Its my lunch hour, so i go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed heir dirty glistening torsos sandwiches and coca-cola, with yellow helmets on. They protect them from falling bricks, i guess.

A step Away from Them Frank O'Hara

A glass of papaya juice and back to work. My heart is in my pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.

A step away from them Frank O'Hara

But is the earth as full as life was full, of them?

A step away from them Frank O'Hara

"And turn that over-light off! Turn that off! I won't be looked at in this merciless glare!"

A streetcar named desire Tennessee Williams

Animal joy in his being is implicit in all his movements and attitudes. Since earliest manhood the center of his life has been pleasure with women, the giving and taking of it, not with weak indulgence, dependently, but with the power and pride of a richly feathered male bird among hens. [...] He sizes women up with a glance, with sexual clarifications, crude images flashing into his mind and determining the way he smiles at them.

A streetcar named desire Tennessee Williams

MEXICAN WOMAN Flores. BLANCHE Death—I used to sit here and she used to sit over there and death was as closer as you are... We didn't even admit we had ever heard of it. MEXICAN WOMAN Flores para los muertos, flores—flores... BLANCHE The opposite is desire.

A streetcar named desire Tennessee Williams

STELLA But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark - that sort of make everything else seem - unimportant. [Pause] BLANCHE What you are talking about is brutal desire - just - Desire! - the name of that rattle-trap street-car that bans through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another...

A streetcar named desire Tennessee Williams

"sun, dont go!" I was awake at last. "No, go I must, they're calling me." "Who are they?" Rising he said "Some day you'll know. They're calling to you too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.

A true account of talking to the sun at fire island Frank O'Hara

"Frankly I wanted to tell you I like your poetry, i see alot on my rounds and you're okay. You may not be the greatest thing on earth, but youre different. Now i've heard some say you're crazy, they being excessively calm themselves to my mind, and other crazy poets think that you're a boring reactionary, Not me.

A true account of talking to the sun at fire island Frank O'Hara

And dont worry about your lineage poetic or natural. The sun shines on the jungle, you know, on the tundra the sea, the ghetto. Wherever you were I knew it and saw you moving. I was waiting for you to get to work.

A true account of talking to the sun at fire island Frank O'Hara

The sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying "Hey! I've been Trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Dont be so rude, you are only the second poet I've ever chosen to speak to personally

A true account of talking to the sun at fire island Frank O'Hara

" Cherish in hand, lift down and not let fall. For all That struct the the earth no matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. "

After Apple- Picking Robert Frost

"This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whatever it's like his Long sleep, as i describe its coming on, Or just some human sleep."

After Apple-Picking Robert Frost

" Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And i could tell What form my dreaming was about to take."

After Apple-Picking Robert Frost

"My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Towards heaven still."

After Apple-Picking Robert Frost

There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never likes you. They are dancing and stamping on you. they always KNEW it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm Through.

Daddy Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot Forthirty years, poor and white Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy Sylvia Plath

An engine, an engine Chufing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think i may well be a jew.

Daddy Sylvia Plath

Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they hurried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

Daddy Sylvia Plath

In the German tongue, in the polish town, Scraped flat by the roller of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend

Daddy Sylvia Plath

i should have gone to flour, saved her, thrown myself on Dutch. But i went stiff with fear and couldn't unlatch myself from the trestles or move at all. I closed mt eyes and put my head in my arms, tried to hide, so there is nothing to describe but what i couldn't block it out, Fleur's horse breath, so loud it filled me, her cry in the old language, and my name repeated over and over among the words.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

Suddenly then, as if seeing the single and unavoidable conclusion to all this she moved swiftly to the window before castillo could speak; tore away the drapes and smashed out the glass with two exquisite hands which came away bleeding and glistening with splinters; and turned to face the man on the bed and wait with him until the moment of equilibrium was reached, when 37 degrees Fahrenheit should prevail both outside and inside, and forever, and the hovering, curious dominant of their separate lives should resolve into a tonic of darkness and the final absence of all motion.

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

This was in early February of '57 and back then there were alot of American expatriates around Washington D.C., who would talk, every time they met you, about how someday they were going to go over to Europe for real but right now it seemed they were working for the government.

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

the two of them remained poised like that. for one minute, and two, while the heartbeat ticked a graceful diminuendo down at the last two stillness. Castillo raised his head slowly. "I held him," he protested, impotent with the wonder of it, "to give him the warmth of my body. Almost as if I were communicating life to him, or a sense of life. What has happened?

Entrophy Thomas Pynchon

"Say Fatso," he said, crooning the words. "you reckon that girl's bluffing?" The dog whined and lily laughed. "Me too." He said, "lets show." he swept his bills and coins into the pot and then they turned their cards over. Lily looked again, then he squeezed the dog like a fist of dough and slammed it on the table.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

By saving Fleur Pillager, those two men had lost themselves. The next time she fell in the lake, Fleur Pillager was twenty years old and no one touched her. She washed onshore, her skin a dull dead gray, but when George Many Woman bent to look closer, he saw her chest move. Then her eyes spun open, sharp black rimrock, and she looked at him. "You'll take my place," she hissed.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

I ran straight through screaming for Dutch or for any of them, and then i stopped at the heavy doors of the lockers, where they had surely taken shelter. I stood there a moment. Everything went still. Then I heard a cry building in the wind, faint at first, a whistle and then a shrill scream that tore through the walls and gathered around me, spoke plain so i understood that i should move, put my arms out, and slam down the great iron bar that fit across the hasp and lock.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

Lily couldn't believe, first of all that a woman could be smart enough to play cards, but even is she was that she would be then stupid enough to cheat for a dollar a night

Fleur Louise Erdrich

Since that night she out me in the closet i was no longer afraid of her, but followed her close, stayed with her, became her moving shadow that the men never noticed, the shadow that could have saved her.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

The first time she drowned in the cold and glassy waters of Lake Turcot, Fleur Pillager was only a girl. Two men saw the boat tip, saw her struggle in the waves. They rowed over ro the place she went down, and jumped in. When they dragged her over the gunwales, she was cold to the touch and stiff, so they slapped her face, shook her by the heels, worked her arms back and forth, and pounded her back until she coughed up lake water.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

The girl is bold, smiling in her sleep, as if she know what people wonder, as if she hears the old men talk, turning the story over. It comes up different every time and has no ending, no beginning. They get the middle wrong too. They only know they dont know anything

Fleur Louise Erdrich

They never looked into her sly brown eyes or noticed her teeth, strong and sharp and very white. Her legs were bare, and since she padded in beadwork mossacins they never saw that her fifth toes were missing. They never knew she'd drowned. They were blinded, they were stupid, they only saw her in the flesh.

Fleur Louise Erdrich

"One of the facts that might come to light in this process is our tendency to insist, when we praise a poet, upon those aspects of his work in which he least resembles anyone else. In these aspects or parts of his work we pretend to find what is individual, what is the peculiar essence of the man."

From "Tradition and the Individual talent" T.S. Eliot

" Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."

From "Tradition and the Individual talent" T.S. Eliot

Dying Is like an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say i've a call. It's easy enough to do it in a cell. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. Its the theatrical

Lady Lazarus Sylvia Plath

Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

Lady Lazarus Sylvia Plath

Them unwrap me hand and foot- the big strip tease. Gentlemen, ladies These are my hands My Knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. The first time it happened i was ten. It was an accident

Lady Lazarus Sylvia Plath

To be a woman, to have a daughter in starvation time was a waste enough. My aunt could not have been the lone romantic who gave everything up for sex. Women in the old China did not choose. Some man had commanded her to lie with him and be his secret evil. I wonder wether he masked himself when he joined the raid on her family.