“What we have here is a war—the war of matter and spirit. In the classical era, spirit was in harmony with matter. Matter used to condense spirit. What was unseen—the ghost of Hamlet’s father—was seen—in the conscience of the king.… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Ambulances always come with clouds of smoke. And then they disappear in a whistle. But what they bring is fear. Not freedom. Feardom is what they bring. And they bring fire and smoke. Oh, my nerves are bad tonight, yes,… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Poetry must find ways of breaking distance.... all languages are dialects that are made to break new grounds. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
“When you create a genre—which is not a movement—because it has no past—and if it has a past—its past is pregnant with a future… — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
It's true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America. — Giannina Braschi Copy Share Image
