A Pictorial Representation of Unit 3 Professor Ramos Blog

A Pictorial Representation of Unit 3 Who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second.-Allen Ginsberg; Howl Billy left his room, went down the slow elevator, walked over to Times Square, looked into the window of a tawdry bookstore. In the window were hundreds of books about fucking and buggery and murder, and a street guide to New York City, and a model of the Statue of Liberty with a thermometer on it. Kurt Vonnegut; Slaughterhouse-five â€Å"The road looked as if no one had traveled on it in months.-Flannery O’Connor My home tongues are the languages I speak with my sister and brothers, with my friends.-Gloria Anzaldua; How to Tame a Wild Tongue But a parent’s love for a child, a child’s for its parents, is another thing entirely.†-Cleà ³filas, Woman Hollering Creek â€Å". . . with the sun sliding out of the sky like spit off a wall . . .† ― Junot Dà ­az, Drown