"Violence ruptures the sky in half— It shatters every world that’s in the making of a map of light. I fall fast between drops of blood. With precision I cut into my skin and sever the sun from me."
Welcome to the debrief of ‘The Tortured Poets Department.’ In the epilogue to Swift’s newest work, she sets the stage by assuming the role of “The Chairman” presenting her “findings” to us, her fellow tortured poets—31 tracks that serve as evidence for a plea of “temporary insanity.” Fueled by a fleeting encounter and an illicit decade-long affair of love and poetry, The Tortured Poets Department dissects both the…