Djuna Barnes
Djuna Barnes
Djuna Barneswas an American writer and artist best known for her novel Nightwood, a cult classic of lesbian fiction and an important work of modernist literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 June 1892
CityStorm King Mountain, NY
CountryUnited States of America
men shadow wells
A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself - and what is a man's shadow but his upright astonishment?
lying civilization trying
The whole world is nothing but a noise, as hot as the inside of a tiger's mouth. They call it civilization - that is a lie! But some day you may have to go out, someone will try to take you out, and you will not understand them or what they are saying, unless you understand nothing, absolutely nothing, then you will manage.
peculiar life-is
One's life is peculiar to one's own when one has invented it.
littles bohemian wells
Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?
mind uncertainty
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
mind priceless misinformation
The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.
endurance ruins depravity
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
men gnarly feet
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.
moving night fire
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.
girl doors salad
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
humble wind cows
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
thinking past paris
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?
doubt sides docile
The Seal, she lounges like a bride,Much too docile, there's no doubt;Madame Récamier, on side,(if such she has), and bottom out.
I've seen death and I didn't like it.