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I am more and more convinced that true revolutionaries must perceive the revolution, because of its creative and liberating nature, as an act of love. For me, the revolution, which is not possible without a theory of revolution — and therefore of science — is not irreconcilable with love. On the contrary: the revolution is made by people to achieve their humanization. What, indeed, is the deeper motive which moves individuals to become revolutionaries, but the dehumanization of people? The distortion imposed on the word “love” by the capitalist world cannot prevent the revolution from being essentially loving in character, nor can it prevent the revolutionaries from affirming their love of life. Guevara (while admitting the “risk of seeming ridiculous”) was not afraid to affirm it. “Let me say, with the risk of appearing ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by strong feelings of love. It is impossible to think of an authentic revolutionary without this quality.”

Paulo Freire | Pedagogy of the Oppressed (1968)

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I do not think that more information always makes a richer poem. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often I wish an entire poem could be made in this vocabulary. It is analogous to the unseen for example, to the power of ruins, to works of art either damaged or incomplete. Such works inevitably allude to larger contexts; they haunt because they are not whole, though wholeness is implied: another time, a world in which they were whole, or were to have been whole, is implied. There is no moment in which their first home is felt to be the museum. … It seems to me that what is wanted, in art, is to harness the power of the unfinished. All earthly experience is partial. Not simply because it is subjective, but because that which we do not know, of the universe, of mortality, is so much more vast than that which we do know. What is unfinished or has been destroyed participates in these mysteries. The problem is to make a whole that does not forfeit this power.

From Louise Glück, “Disruption, Hesitation, Silence,” Proofs & Theories: Essays on Poetry

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Havana.

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mary oliver, “the moths” (excerpt)

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The full text of the poem is here, and incredible: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/mary_oliver/poems/15876

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I burned so long and so quiet, you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

Annelyse Gelman, from “The Pillowcase” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone

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Columbian artist Lola has a knack for painting over sordid polaroid photographs, leaving everything and nothing to the imagination all at once

And what if you don't arrive? And what if you do? I'm so afraid I cross my fingers, make a wish, spit. You're new. You can't hurt me yet. I light the candles. Say my prayers. Scent myself with mangoes. I like the possibility of anything, the little fear I feel when you enter a room. I haven't a clue of the who of you. And what if you do like me? And what if you do? I can't think. Dress myself in slinky black, my 14-karat hoops and my velvet spikes. Smoke two cigars. I'm doing loopity loops. Listen - cars roar by. All night. I'm waiting for the one that stops. All my life. Listen - Hear that? Yikes.

Waiting for a Lover by Sandra Cisneros

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The making of Moonlight (2016) Photography: David Bornfriend

i speak the language but to learn the words i learn an accent that is not mine i learn halim could be singing of a brown that is not mine i am reminded by thick lute music not halim’s melancholy glamour here the voices crack the men squat around drums in their white cotton جلاليب the percussion urgent their accent just like mine i open my mouth a man in a cairo shop tells me i look too clean to be from sudan waits for me to thank him lebanese singer ragheb alama is my least favorite judge on arab idol i watch every week as the brownest are the first to leave including my favorite a dark-lipped nubian from the egyptian side who parts his hair to the left & sings halim songs in halim’s voice when ragheb alama says sudanese women are the ugliest in the world i am afraid that i believe him when i see halim in a suit in a ballroom with an orchestra i think of glamour then look at my own brown hands at my own grandmother hiking a printed توب up around her knees to wash her feet for prayer her hair parted in the middle in two fat braids coiled around her ears

Safia Elhillo; watching arab idol with abdelhalim hafez

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“did our mothers invent loneliness or did it make them our mothers were we fathered by silence or just looking to explain away this quiet is it wasteful to pray for our brothers in a language they never learned whose daughters are we if we grow old before our mothers or for their sakes they called our grandfathers the january children lined up by the colonizer & assigned birth years by height there is no answer we come from men who do not know when they were born & women shown to them in photographs whose children left the country & tried for romance & had daughters full of all the wrong language

Safia Elhillo; [did our mothers invent lonliness or...] from “The January Children.”

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St. Anne’s Church, Annaberg-Buchholz

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the center of every poem is this: i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.

Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

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I’m afraid that America may be losing what moral vision she may have had… And I’m afraid that even as we integrate, we are walking into a place that does not understand that this nation needs to be deeply concerned with the plight of the poor and disenfranchised. Until we commit ourselves to ensuring that the underclass is given justice and opportunity, we will continue to perpetuate the anger and violence that tears at the soul of this nation.“ I fear, I am integrating my people into a burning house.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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