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something that keeps me going
A big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind and a gray high sky full of ravens.
Isaiah.
Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.
And a dragon atop a golden horde.
And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, a big dance palace full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome.
And you ain't there.
And Heaven?
That was Heaven, Roy.
- from "Angels in America" by Tony Kushner
Isaiah.
Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.
And a dragon atop a golden horde.
And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, a big dance palace full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome.
And you ain't there.
And Heaven?
That was Heaven, Roy.
- from "Angels in America" by Tony Kushner