“Although she died in 1982, at the age of ninety, Djuna Barnes seems to have recorded her voice on only a few occasions. The tape below was made in her Patchin Place home in 1971.
2 weeks, 1 day ago
This is a new poet for me and I’m not sure why I’ve not come across her works before. She apparently was influential in the Modernist movement so I’m curious as to why when I read up on Pound and Elliot, Djuna Barnes doesn’t chime in. 123 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Dark, and the wind-blurred pines,
With a glimmer of light between. Then I, entombed for an hourless night
With the world of things unseen.
Mist, the dust of flowers, 85 more words
Dissection of a Misanthrope
Djuna Barnes came from a free love family and some of her early experiences with older men and women were unwanted (the sexual contact with her grandma is just freaky). 390 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
From Djuna Barnes’s Ladies Almanack.
2 months, 3 weeks ago
In the center of the room lay the corpse.
The proper number of candles burned at head and feet.
The body had been duly attended to. 416 more words
3 months ago
Streams And Mirrors
we swoon with the thickness of our own tongue
when we say i love
we are exposed
we are full to the gorge with our own name… 94 more words