Joyelle McSweeney on the Future of Poetry and Goth Mommyhood.
An indulgence of youth to be obsessed with death; a useful mask to hide the greater fear: not dying... growing old, growing very old
An indulgence of youth to be obsessed with death; a useful mask to hide the greater fear: not dying... growing old, growing very old
We have turned ourselves into collective infants--a two year old--who out of terror and anger at the failure of the gods we invented to define and lead us, are about to destroy everything in a final uncontrollable tantrum.
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