djuna barnes

thesis statement for djuna barnes paper.
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Djuna Barnes, born into a world of male intellectuals who dominated fiction writing of the age emerged as an eclectic writer who defied conventional styles and implemented poetry, prose and autobiographical writing to create an all encompassing genre. Originating a new approach to articulation Barnes deliberately fused her talents as not only a writer but as an artist-illustrator who could visualize and explore the human psyche in revolutionary ways altering the scope of expression.

idle

serious diseases are often in need of dangerous cures.

milkly rain

octopus holds umbrella when it's raining books,
while the fish with legs swims in the street.
and
twins eat crayons for breakfast
painting milk for dinner.

fight or flight

it's the unicorns in bathing suits eating pancakes in the rain
that keep telling me to breathe

union

there is something to the acquiring; you must thrust and pull and move sideways enough to bare the intensity of longing.

through water

that irrelevant silence comforted her so that gradually the volume of her voice increased until she was conversing to the souls of dead slaves downstream.

gracile even when she's not

medicinal affair; abated pressure -- her lips on mine.
i used to like your face in my bosom; are you even inside me?

when we wear back to unclouded postures, it is the clarity on the skin
shining like a mirror she rips off.

articulate

ignoramuses, feminazis, vociferous and carmen miranda.

(one of the twelve final pieces that will be part of my senior thesis)

graduation=t-67 days

packed like sardines

sick today      body responding      to world
around      spinning head     ---     congested like traffic

we are hypnotized by your eyes

hum to the deaf ---
    machine hands:
         a language
            in passing.

we are the pixels on the screen and we feel nothing

unable to
     derive
my waking
     of decisions
to remain
     devoided
or
    rise
   above
      this
       self

lucid

who recalls the leaf that
fell onto the rock that
parallels the footprint on the
ground
   next to the
    grave of the
     woman
who caused her own
      burial
  in attempt
      to reemerge
from her mind
that she filled with
     artificial light

eulogy

the chairs are occupied
in a bar full of empty
eyes
gaze
when i walked in
strolled by
pulled a stool
to place my worn legs
dressed for business
coming from interviews
for jobs
i will get
and quit
because
faking this style
to live
is as
hard
as the
excitement
of the men
who want to hire me

a thesis

are screams
the piercing sound
of reason? lessons
for an a to

puncture me
with your school of thought and
inject your education. please

finish your lesson soon
so i can go to conclusion
(and rest my tired thoughts)
then fill your mind with empty
pages

deciding; which

scream is better than a thesis?

gravity is more

a lie unraveled, truth descends
deception falls from Eden
the depth of endless dark now bends
beyond all conscious reason

swallow all the hollow breath
engaged within the treason
discerning open-ended death
bitter, vacant season

beneath the heavens sordid wind
beckoning the darkest hour
swallowing insipid sin
thirst and then devour

dismantle all the hinges, open nigh the doors
hell ascends into the sky gravity is more.

fractured space

visionless dark,
empty rooms
leaning lost and broken
deserted at high noon
listless and unspoken

thirst for nothing
in the side
starving quest of motion
mental conform
will not abide
any kind of notion

[frac tured] s p a c e
beyond the break
writhing without will
nothing
left
to open
asleep
and walking still

sifting solace, searing time
black [inside] the beacon
follow
something
drifting
low
a sordid distant season

white and grey and gathering
deception
will not wait
drunk on less than
gravity
no guardian at
the gate