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[elizabethanism]

Franz Wright, from “Wheeling Motel”.

[timotey]

And you will survive, that's an order.

Franz Wright, Wheeling Motel

[aaknopf]

Franz Wright (1953–2015), a recipient of the Pulitzer Prize in poetry, was the son of the also Pulitzer-decorated twentieth-century poet James Wright, who visits him in the poem below.

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Dawns when I can’t sleep I walk,in thought, all the wayaround Walden.My father loved Thoreau, I wishhe could have walked therewith me once,my hungover Virgil. Lying in bedwith a big axlodged in my head, I still hear himas if from the next roombumping into things and cursing.Give us this day, he mutters,our daily stone. Nice.Can’t blame him, though. This morningcan’t sleep for missing him.

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[bodywithoutorgans]

“we always remember the good things about the most terrible times;”

Franz Wright (‘The Balance’, Wheeling Motel)

[timotey]

Evil isn't hard to comprehend, it's nothing but unhappiness in its most successful disguise.

Franz Wright, Wheeling Motel

[timotey]

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

Franz Wright, Wheeling Motel

[timotey]

Since 1985 the number of people with no one to talk to has doubled, and here I thought that I was all alone.

Franz Wright, Wheeling Motel

[timotey]

God is love they say, in human words.

Franz Wright, Wheeling Motel