Nightwood


Body Count
Pebble Swing
Renaissance Normcore
Outside, America
Fresh Pack of Smokes
Patternicity
What the Poets Are Doing
Undark: An Oratorio
How Festive the Ambulance
The Red Files
How to Be Eaten by a Lion
If I Were In a Cage I'd Reach Out For You
Floating is Everything
Regeneration Machine
For Your Safety Please Hold On
Djuna Barnes
Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover who watches all night long in fear and anguish. These can never again live the life of the day. When one meets them at high noon they give off, as if it were a protective emanation, something dark and muted. The light does not become them any longer. They begin to have an unrecorded look. It is as if they were being tried by the continual blows of an unseen adversary.
Djuna Barnes

Djuna Barnes
There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door? ...more
Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

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