Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
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Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
Tbh
Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West
Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
I've been unraveling for years. It wasn't sudden. I vanished little more each day. I'm not asking to be saved. I don't believe in saving. Transactions. That's my truth. What benefit do I bring to you.
But some days I just drown in this fog. It sits in my bones, thick, suffocating and endless. That's worse to see no end to it. But some days I just watch it rise and I pretend I'm not sinking further. That I'm not fading.
I pretend and pretend so well. A smile plastered on my face that I forget to tell myself the truth. That I'm dying inside yearning to escape my own skin and run away from who I am.
Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness
Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
I know I could have loved you but you would not let me
by Arseny Kashkarov
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– R. Todd, 1925
Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
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I would like even yet to see clearly,
To not lie to anybody, or to myself,
And to invoke, supposing they were there,
my good intentions. ]
In general, I want someone to share my tastes with. My sensibilities. I'm curious about what I'm capable of, and I would like someone to be curious alongside me...with the same gentleness that they [should] give themselves. And it need not be a prison. It need not be a promise that can't be kept. I wish we could share freedom with each other. The question I want to ask you is: do you know how to go home? Are you skilled at returning to yourself with your dignity intact?