Sunday, March 29, 2009

art of language

Juxtapose reading this:

"A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin..."

...with hearing this:
"Dr. Pepper sucks my balls."

(First quote is the start of an entry from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, written when she was 17 years old; the second quote from a burgeoning T.S. Eliot on the Caltrain from San Francisco).

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