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@meaningsofhappiness
Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via larmoyante)
Love this from Ava Du Vernay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAomMZrERZQ
Violence does not consist so much in injuring and annihilating persons as in interrupting their continuity, making them play roles in which they no longer recognise themselves, making them betray not only commitments but their own substance, making them carry out actions that will destroy every possibility for action.
Emmanuel Levinas, Totality and Infinity (via nemophilies)
[T]he language of fascism is written in the language of love. Love is made into the primary quality of attachment, what motivates individuals into fascism: ‘we hate foreigners because we love our country.’ […] Love has an enormous political utility: transforming fascist subjects not only into heroic subjects, but also into potential or actual victims of crime as well as those who ‘alone’ are willing to fight crime. Fascist subjects become freedom fighters, willing to stand against the ‘swamp’ or 'tide’ of the incoming others, who themselves are narrated as hateful: as being not only worthy of our hate, but as full of hate for what we are and have.
Sara Ahmed, “The Bond of Belief” (via nemophilies)
Junot Diaz, Ken Chen, Dawn Davis and Johnny Temple are just a few of the voices in the second installment of Lynn Neary’s series on diversity in publishing. (Here’s the first, and here’s the Pew study mentioned above.)
You can join the conversation on Twitter and Facebook using the hashtag #whoisgettingpublished, or send us a story of your own experience here.
I guess it’s true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.
Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via thesewordstogether)
Junot Diaz at Barnes & Noble Union Square, 9/3/13
The half-life of love is forever.
Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via clear-glass)
“From the bottom will the genius come that makes our ability to live with each other possible. I believe that with all my heart.” These are the words of the Pulitzer Prize-winning Dominican-American writer Junot Díaz. His hope is fiercely reality-based, a product of centuries lodged in his body of African-Caribbean suffering, survival, and genius.
OH MY GOD THE DAY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR
This is what I know: people’s hopes go on forever.
Junot Díaz, from ‘Otravida, Otravez’, This Is How You Lose Her (via soracities)
No, his mind responded, nothing begins just like that, on a certain date at a certain place. It all began in many places, and at many times, some even before you were born, in foreign countries, and in the minds of others. And afterwards, whatever might happen next, it would all continue in the same way, in other places, and in the minds of others.
Julian Barnes, from The Noise of Time (Jonathan Cape, 2016)
do what you said
the words she said
left out
over unto the sky where i'll soon fly
and she took the time
to believe in to
believe in what she said
and she made me love she made me love she made me love more she made me love she made me love she made me love more
The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response. I’ve never been good at caring very much about language except when it matters the most. Look up. The sky has never seemed bigger.
Talin Tahajian, “Performance After The End Of The World,” published in Hobart (via bostonpoetryslam)
There is a place in you that you must keep inviolate. You must keep it pristine, clean. So that nobody has the right to curse you, or treat you badly. No mother, father, no wife, husband, nobody. Because that may be the place you go to when you meet God. You have to have a place that you say, stop it. Back up. No. Say no, when it’s no. Say so. Back it up. Because that place has to remain clean and clear. When a person comes with rude language to you, or invasive language to you. You have to be able to say, back up. Not me you don’t. Don’t you know I am a child of god?
Maya Angelou
e.e. cummings
The aim of the dreamer, after all, is merely to go on dreaming and not to be molested by the world. His dreams are his protection against the world. But the aims of life are antithetical to those of the dreamer, and the teeth of the world are sharp.
James Baldwin, from Another Country (Dial Press, 1962)
