Tragic art, as it developed in the theaters of ancient Greece, in the fifth century B.C., was essentially an art form devoted to tracing how people fail, and also according them a level of sympathy, which ordinary life would not necessarily accord them. A few years ago, I was thinking about this, and I went to "The Sunday Sport," a tabloid newspaper I don't recommend you start reading if you're not familiar with it already.
Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
我要告诉你我要做什么，以及我不做什么。我不会再为我不再相信的东西服务，无论它自称是我的家、我的祖国还是我的教会。我要尽力通过某种生活或艺术的方式，自由而完整地表达自己，用我允许自己使用的唯一武器来捍卫自己——沉默、流亡和狡黠。