After Auschwitz

Anger, 
as black as a hook, 
overtakes me. 
Each day, 
each Nazi
took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan

And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail. 

Man is evil, 
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt, 
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud, 
I say aloud. 

And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus. 

Man with his small pink toes, 
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse, 
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes, 
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud. 

I beg the Lord not to hear. 

Anne Sexton

Maybe this world is another planet’s Hell.
emocionalmentestable:

Los lobos y las ovejas

emocionalmentestable:

Los lobos y las ovejas

babylonfalling:

Vietnam

babylonfalling:

Vietnam

abystle:

“Terrible as the lightning he descended,
And snatched me upward even to the fire.”

abystle:

Terrible as the lightning he descended,

And snatched me upward even to the fire.”

hadrianestou:

L’Enfer de Dante Alighieri, Charon and the river Acheron.

hadrianestou:

L’Enfer de Dante Alighieri, Charon and the river Acheron.

bygoneamericana:

Neighborhood ballet class in Harlem, 1968.
By Eve Arnold

bygoneamericana:

Neighborhood ballet class in Harlem, 1968.

By Eve Arnold

I used to have a sign pinned up on my wall that read: Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us…It was all about letting go of everything.