Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Friday, May 22, 2015

Invisible Man

There's a stench in the air, which, from this distance underground, might be the smell either of death or of spring--I hope of spring. But don't let me trick you, there is a death in the smell of spring and in the smell of thee as in the smell of me. 

Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?

~Ralph Ellison

Friday, May 1, 2015

Invisible Man

For history records the patterns of men's lives, they say: Who slept with whom and with what results; who fought and who won and who lived to lie about it afterward. 

~Ralph Ellison