My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
--Jim Morrison, Wilderness

The disease which the experience of death cures is the rage to live.
--James Hillman, Blue Fire
Rage

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Rage Dreams


Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.
--Sylvia Plath, Elm

I tear at her wrist with my beak to draw blood,
and her eye holds me, anguish, terrifying.
She draws a limit to my flight.
--Robert Duncan, My Mother Would Be a Falconress

As a bull that breaks its chains just when the knife
has struck its death-blow, cannot stand nor run
but leaps from side to side with its last life-

so danced the Minotaur, and my shrewd Guide
cried out: ``Run now! While he is blind with rage!"
--Dante, The Inferno

In great rage, she left the palace and entered the rock cave of heaven. She locked the door and remained there in isolation. Now that her brilliance no longer illuminated heaven and earth, day became as black as night.
--The Kojiki, A sacred Shinto text



     
I have not been able to touch the destruction within me.
But unless I learn to use
the difference between poetry and rhetoric
my power too will run corrupt as poisonous mold
or lie limp and useless as an unconnected wire
and one day I will take my teenaged plug
and connect it to the nearest socket
raping an 85-year-old white woman
who is somebody's mother
and as I beat her senseless and set a torch to her bed
a greek chorus will be singing in 3/4 time
``Poor thing. She never hurt a soul. What beasts they are."
--Audre Lorde, Power
 
Tita felt a violent agitation take possession of her being: still fingering the sausage, she calmly met her mother's gaze and then, instead of obeying her order, she started to tear apart all the sausages she could reach, screaming wildly.
--Laura Esquivel, Like Water For Chocolate
``The devil told you that! The devil told you that!" shrieked the little man. And in his rage he stamped his right foot into the ground so deep that he sank up to his waist.

Then in his rage he seized his left leg with both hands and tore himself asunder in the middle.
--The Brothers Grimm, Rumpelstiltskin

The man offering water was immediately enraged, so much so he was blinded by it, and seizing the rider down from his camel, killed him on the spot. Oh la! He was immediately aggrieved that he had been consumed by rage.
--The Withered Trees, a Middle Eastern folk tale


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