Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Charles Mee

Love is

anxiety
remorse
longing
connivance
dependency
embarassment
drama
brutality
identification
unknowability
jealousy
langour
vengefulness
monstrousness
cruelty
insomnia
crying
gossip
loneliness
tenderness
isolation
truth
the will to possess
lying
remembrance
suicide
ravishment

in love
we come to know what it is to be a human being.

--From Charles Mee's crazy whirlwind passionate hurricane of a play, Fetes de la Nuit.

2 comments:

Kiki Colore said...

Charles threw some word of the days in!

whiskandcleavage said...

i got a word: cleaver