"Like San Francisco....
Big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens. Prophet birds.
Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.
And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome."
Such beautiful words from Tony Kushner's play "Angels in America". Even better when spoken by Jeffrey Wright in the HBO miniseries.
Here, the minds behind Pure collate their impromptu musings, random inspirations and epiphanies borne of the deepest meditation.