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“And the rain was brain colored
and the thunder sounded like something remembering something.”
― Stan Rice

“And what is an angel
but a ghost in drag?”
― Stan Rice

“Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease,
so bend. The sun is in the tree.
Put your mouth on mine. Bend down
beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-up-scenes
of what comes after death. Is being
fled from what bends down in pain.
The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup.
The worst is yet to dream you up,
so bend down the intrigue
you dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's
tree.
Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of being
less
forever. So bend. Bend down and kiss
what you see.”
― Stan Rice

“For the book unwritten is the book burned.”
― Stan Rice Censorship poem

“The Murder Burger is served right here.
You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death.
You can be a goner on this very corner.
Mayonnaise, onions, dominance of flesh.
If you wish to eat it you must feed it.

Yall come back soon."
-- You bet.”
― Stan Rice, Singing Yet: New and Selected Poems

“The brain is a furnace./
Is transformed and transforms.”
― Stan Rice

“We hang between two seemingly irreconcilable facts / the capacity to Sing and the inevitability of Death.”
― Stan Rice

“And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.”
― Stan Rice

“I was lost
And sang my broken-down songs in the hell of the hour.
Then in my heart moved an oar,
And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms
And was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.”
― Stan Rice

“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.”
― Stan Rice

“What is more hilarious than carved marble pubic hair?
Thank you. Don't mention it.”
― Stan Rice, The Radiance of Pigs

“The acid ants, the acidic ants, flowering
On the piece of melon in the saucer,
Making milky the wedge of cheese,
Are a garnet, burst into pieces of life,
On the pale pale saucer.
I hold the magnifying glass over them
And stare down as through a hole of water.
They shred with their ice tong jaws, shred and hurry,
Their antenna touch and touch, their
Black rears become more swollen,
They have exoskeletons, spikes,
They take their sweetness back to the queen,
For she alone lays the eggs
With the eyeballs like goldfish in condoms.”
― Stan Rice, The Radiance of Pigs

“The goons are at the gate again. Beware my friends, lest they be you. (from "Censorship")”
― Stan Rice, Fear Itself

“Vine flowers quicken
Like wakened chihuahuas”
― Stan Rice, The Radiance of Pigs