You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
“He appointed a general Overseer who would, as time went on, transfer All the pointless wealth from nation to nation, From one family to… — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
What is desire but the hard wire argument given to the mind's unstoppable mouth — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
“Hoarding and wasting kept them out of Heaven And brought them to this barroom brawl; I won't try to prettify it with words.” — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
“You were. You are The brightest thing in the shop window And the most beautiful seldom I ever saw” — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
And now the question: what do we do with the longing for what can destroy us? — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
Why are you not where you belong? / A black hat on a hook says nothing. / Ashes mirror ashes / In a mirroring window. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
Bertrand Russell said, 'Electricity is not a thing like St. Paul's Cathedral; it is a way in which things behave.' And it's not 'they'… — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
To say you loved a person. / To say that person no longer exists. / A tragic flawed fate going on and on and on. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
The wheel begins its only if turning. / It had never stopped. / This is life's bargain that motion / Is hope. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
“T. S. Eliot taught us you can write about your nervous breakdown, but call it 'The Wasteland' and make it big and crazy enough… — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
