Computers Quote by Mary Karr
““At the Sound of the Gunshot, Leave A Message That's what my friend spoke into his grim machine the winter he first went mad as we both did in our thirties with still no hope of revenue, gravely inking our poems on pages held fast by gyres the color of lead. Godless, our minds did monster us, left us bobbing as in a swamp until we sank. His eyes were burn holes in a swollen face. His breath was a venom he drank deep of. He called his own tongue a scar, this poet who can crowbar open the most sealed heart, make ash flower, and the cocked shotgun's double-zero mouths (whose pellets had exploded star holes into plaster and porcelain and not a few locked doors) never touched my friend's throat. Praise Him, whose earth is green. (for Franz Wright)””
About This Quote
Source Poem: “for Franz Wright” (attributed)
The poet describes a bleak, violent scene where despair and artistic struggle intertwine, ending with a plea to a higher power.
In simple terms: Dark imagery shows despair and creative torment.
Seek meaning amid suffering.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- writing in crisis
- mental health struggles
- creative process
- grief coping
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What does the “green earth” symbolize?
- How does violence shape artistic expression?
The abstract language may obscure concrete interpretation.