Author: Stan Rice

Cited by

• Anne Rice (5)
  • IN: The Queen of the Damned (1988) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Tragic rabbit, a painting. The caked ears green like rolled corn. The black forehead pointing at the stars. A painting on my wall, alone as rabbits are and aren't. Fat red cheek, all Art, trembling nose, a habit hard to break as not. You too can be a tragic rabbit; green and red your back, blue your manly little chest. But if you're ever goaded into being one beware the True Flesh, it will knock you off your tragic horse and break your tragic colors like a ghost breaks marble; your wounds will heal so quickly water will be jealous. Rabbits on white paper painted outgrow all charms against their breeding wild; and their rolled corn ears become horns. So watch out of the tragic life feels fine - caught in that rabbit trap all colors look like sunlight's swords, and scissors like The Living Lord.
    FROM: Tragic Rabbit, (1975), Poem, US
  • IN: The witching hour (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And the rain is brain-colored. And the thunder sounds like something remembering something.
    FROM: Thunder & Rain, (1992), Poem, US
  • IN: Memnoch the Devil (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The man in black leather Buying a rat to feed his python Does not dwell on particulars. Any rat will do. While walking back from the pet store I see a man in a hotel garage Carving a swan in a block of ice With a chain saw.
    FROM: Duet on Iberville Street, (93), Poem, US