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tshirt that says NO ONE KNOWS I EXPERIENCE DESIRE
[ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: Who,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath
“Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth.”]
who you are and who you think you are
Never read Baldwin before?
Nonfiction
The Price of The Ticket (borrow from IA)
The Fire Next Time (pdf download)
Notes of A Native Son (pdf download)
Nothing Personal (read on IA - not great quality sorry)
The Last Interview (pdf download) (only 10 pages!)
Fiction
Giovanni's Room (pdf download)
If Beale Street Could Talk (pdf download)
BONUS
Little Man Little Man (read or pdf download on scribd) (Baldwin's only children's book)
Go Tell It On The Mountain (pdf download)
Another Country (pdf and epub download)
Sonny's Blues (pdf download)
Going to Meet the Man (pdf download)
My next Black History Month request:
Pick one of James Baldwin's works and read it!!! The Fire Next Time is an excellent essay, most of us are familiar with the quote on gay white people from The Last Interview but not the rest of it. If Beale Street Could Talk even has a movie!
learning not to return to places where I miss the past but see no future
Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)
iubesc cat de mult am iubit si iubesc cat de tare simt lipsa asta
birth of an angel (revisited)
I wish I took a better pic of this writing in a bar bathroom in toronto bc I think of it so often. Be So Completely Yourself That No One Is Attracted To You Or Wants To Employ You
how much of a cruel year can you call my fault?
Yes, the world makes room for goodness and decency, he thinks: and the task of life is to show goodness to others, not to complain about their failings.
— Sally Rooney, Intermezzo: A Novel (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, September 24, 2024)