Sarah Kane
Paperback | Pages: 48 pages Rating: 4.23 | 3523 Users | 399 Reviews
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| Title | : | 4.48 Psychosis |
| Author | : | Sarah Kane |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Deluxe Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 48 pages |
| Published | : | July 13th 2000 by Bloomsbury Methuen Drama |
| Categories | : | Plays. Drama. Theatre. Poetry |
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4.48 Psychosis sees the ultimate narrowing of Sarah Kane's focus in her work. The struggle of the self to remain intact has moved in her work from civil war, into the family, into the couple, into the individual, and finally into the theatre of phychosis: the mind itself. This play was written in 1999 shortly before the playwright took her own life at age 28. On the page, the piece looks like a poem. No characters are named, and even their number is unspecified. It could be a journey through one person's mind, or an interview between a doctor and his patient.Be Specific About Books Conducive To 4.48 Psychosis
| Original Title: | 4.48 Psychosis |
| ISBN: | 0413748308 (ISBN13: 9780413748300) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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Ratings: 4.23 From 3523 Users | 399 ReviewsEvaluate Based On Books 4.48 Psychosis
I read this book in both languages: English, and Arabic.Sara Kane reminds me of the writings of the dear Emil Cioran.After 4.48 I shall not speak againI have reached the end of his dreary and repugnant tale of a sense internedin an alien carcass and lumpen by the malignant spirit of the moral majorityI have been dead for a long timeBack to my rootsI sing without hope on the boundary
She'll die, she'll die, she'll only fucking die.სუნთქვა აღარ შემიძლია
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaTired of crowd searching Telepathy and hopeWatch the stars predict the past and change the world with a silver eclipse(...)All I know is snow and black despair
"There is not a drug on earth that can make life meaningful.''
what made me think I wouldn't cry again
" I miss a woman who was never bornI kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meetEverything passesEverything perishesEverything pallsmy thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxietywhich roars in my soulNo hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hopeA song for my loved one, touching her absencethe flux of her heart, the splash of her smileIn ten years time she'll still he dead. When I'm living with it, dealing with it, when a few days pass when I don't
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