Date: 1986
"But it was only the heart's / racketing flywheel stuttering I want, I want // until exhaustion, until I was a guest in the yoke / of my body by the last margin of land where the river // mingles with the sea & far off daylight whitens, / a rending & yielding I must kneel before, as // bar...
preview | full record— Hull, Lynda (1954-1994)
Date: 1988
"Mind in its purest play is like some bat / That beats about in caverns all alone, / Contriving by a kind of senseless wit / Not to conclude against a wall of stone."
preview | full record— Wilbur, Richard (1921- )
Date: 1989
"When the cat hears the doorbell, this must be something going on, literally, in its head, not just in its furry little mind."
preview | full record— Nagel, Thomas (b. 1937)
Date: 1992
"Only behind a waterfall of brutal and pleasurable sensations, thought Patrick, accepting the leather-clad menu without bothering to glance up, could he hide from the bloodhounds of his conscience. . There, in the cool recess of the rock, behind that heavy white veil, he would hear them yelping a...
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"It was hard enough to rescue himself from the avalanche of his own feelings, without allowing the gloomy St Bernard of his attention to wander into other fields."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"Heroin landed purring at the base of his skull, and wrapped itself darkly around his nervous system, like a black cat curling up on its favourite cushion."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1992
"Patrick sprang up the steps of the Key Club with unaccustomed eagerness, his nerves squirming like a bed of maggots whose protective stone has been flicked aside, exposing them to the assault of the open sky."
preview | full record— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
Date: 1995
"In what way is the mind like a computer that is different from its resemblance, for example, to a telephone switchboard (which was the most popular image in psychology some years ago), or to a cathedral, which once long ago was also a major poetical image (consider: the caverns of the mind, the ...
preview | full record— Shipley, Thorne (1927-2009)
Date: 1995
Emily Brontë's soul "goes skimming the deep keel like a storm petrel, / out of sight."
preview | full record— Carson, Anne (b. 1951)