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Created on 2005-12-16 21:17:57 (#9044215), last updated 2007-06-06
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Basic Info| Name: | herekitty01 |
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| Birthdate: | 02-08 |
| Location: | Santa Cruz, CA |
Bio"Mental Cases"
by Wilfred Owen
Who are these?
Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked? Stroke on stroke of pain- but what slow panic gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets? Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms, misery swelters. Surely we have parished sleeping, and walk in hell;
But who these hellish?
These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in thier hair of murders- multitudinous murders they once witnessed. Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander; treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Therefore still their eyeball shrink tormented back into their brains, because on their sense, Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black; Dawn breaks open like a would that bleeds afresh. -Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous, awful falseness of set-smiling corpses;
Thus their hands are plucking at each other, picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging; Snatching after us who smot them, brother, Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.
by Wilfred Owen
Who are these?
Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked? Stroke on stroke of pain- but what slow panic gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets? Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms, misery swelters. Surely we have parished sleeping, and walk in hell;
But who these hellish?
These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in thier hair of murders- multitudinous murders they once witnessed. Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander; treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Therefore still their eyeball shrink tormented back into their brains, because on their sense, Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black; Dawn breaks open like a would that bleeds afresh. -Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous, awful falseness of set-smiling corpses;
Thus their hands are plucking at each other, picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging; Snatching after us who smot them, brother, Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.
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University of California - Santa Cruz - Santa Cruz, CA (2004 - 2005)University of Canterbury - Christchurch, Canterbury, New Zealand (Aotearoa) (2006)
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