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"I think now what was most important was not what I chose to do so much as that I was conscious of being able to choose, and having chosen, was empowered from having made a decision, done a strike for myself, moved."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I felt as if I was always listening to a concert of voices from inside myself, all with something slightly different to say, all of which were quite insistent and none of which would let me rest."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I’m so tired of all this. I want to be the person I used to be, the real me. I feel sometimes that it’s all a dream and surely I’m about to wake up now."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives. That we not hide behind the mockeries of separations that have been imposed upon us and which so often we accept as our own: for instance, “I can’t possibly teach Black women’s writing—their experience is so different from mine,” yet how many years have you spent teaching Plato and Shakespeare and Proust? Or another: “She’s a white woman and what could she possibly have to say to me?” Or, “She’s a lesbian, what would my husband say, or my chairman?” Or again, “This woman writes of her sons and I have no children.”And all the other endless ways in which we rob ourselves of ourselves and each other."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak. We can sit in our corners mute forever while our sisters and our selves are wasted, while our children are distorted and destroyed, while our earth is poisoned, we can sit in our safe corners mute as bottles, and we still will be no less afraid. "
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light, and what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?"
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect."
- Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I am learning to live beyond fear by living through it, and in the process learning to turn fury at my own limitations into some more creative energy. I realize that if I wait until I am no longer afraid to act, write, speak, be, I’ll be sending messages on aouija board, cryptic complaints from the other side. When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less important whether or not I am unafraid."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"But fear and anxiety are not the same at all. One is an appropriate response to a real situation which I can accept and learn to work through just as I work through semi-blindness. But the other, anxiety, is an immobilizing yield to things that go bump in the night, a surrender to namelessness, formlessness, voicelessness, and silence."
- Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"Faith is the last day of Kwanza, and the name of the war against despair, the battle I fight daily. I become better at it. I want to write about that battle, the skirmishes, the losses, the small yet so important victories that make the sweetness of my life."
- Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I want to write rage but all that comes is sadness."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I must let this pain flow through me and pass on. If I resist or try to stop it, it will detonate inside me, shatter me, splatter my pieces against every wall and person that I touch."
-Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
"I must be content to see how really little I can do and still do it with an open heart."
- Audre Lorde, "The Cancer Journal"
I don’t remember where this story was from but it was about how the writers older brother died when he was young and years later had a son who, had never met the brother had the same mannerisms as him. Ok I think I remember the key words were “my son drinks from the water fountain like my brother” or something
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"A name is the first of all poems."
-Frode Grytten, The Ferryman and his Wife
"All of me knelt down. All of me bowed. Inside the chapel of myself, all of my candles lit."
-Niall Williams, This is Happiness
“When I kissed her I was so full of desire between one kiss and another that I felt I would lose her if we stopped kissing.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Ibrahim Muhawi, from “Journal of an Ordinary Grief,”
