Sarah Kane





Sarah Kane

Author profile


born
in Brentwood, Essex, The United Kingdom
February 03, 1971

died
February 20, 1999

gender
female

genre

influences
German expressionism, Jacobean tragedy, Beckett, Bond, Brecht, Buchner


About this author

Sarah Kane was an English playwright. Her plays deal with themes of redemptive love, sexual desire, pain, torture—both physical and psychological—and death. They are characterised by a poetic intensity, pared-down language, exploration of theatrical form, and, in her earlier work, the use of stylized violent stage action. Kane's life was brought to a premature end when she committed suicide at London's King's College Hospital. Her published work consists of five plays and one short film, Skin.


Average rating: 4.04 · 4,901 ratings · 279 reviews · 14 distinct works · Similar authors
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4.32 of 5 stars 4.32 avg rating — 1,528 ratings — published 2000 — 7 editions
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4.48 Psychosis
4.24 of 5 stars 4.24 avg rating — 1,017 ratings — published 2000 — 6 editions
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Blasted
3.58 of 5 stars 3.58 avg rating — 1,000 ratings — published 1995 — 4 editions
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Crave
4.14 of 5 stars 4.14 avg rating — 480 ratings — published 1998 — 4 editions
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Phaedra's Love
3.71 of 5 stars 3.71 avg rating — 390 ratings — published 1996 — 3 editions
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Cleansed
3.82 of 5 stars 3.82 avg rating — 348 ratings — published 1998 — 3 editions
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Hells Angels Motorcycle Club
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Blasted & Phaedra's Love
4.06 of 5 stars 4.06 avg rating — 34 ratings — published 1996
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Ansia - 4.48 Psicosis
4.19 of 5 stars 4.19 avg rating — 16 ratings — published 2006
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Skin
3.33 of 5 stars 3.33 avg rating — 9 ratings
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“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.”
Sarah Kane, Crave
tags: love

“What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.”
Sarah Kane, Crave

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.”
Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis