#james balwin

[salvarelsmots]

"La vida que no està sotmesa a la consciència no val la pena ser viscuda."

James Balwin a "Porteu-me a l'aigua".

[salvarelsmots]

"La intel·ligència, per molt brillant que sigui, sense passió, no és més que esterilitat. [...]. Perquè, al meu parer, l'activitat intel·lectual és, i ha de ser, desinteressada -la veritat és una espasa de doble tall- i si un no està disposat a ser travessat per aquesta espasa fins a l'extrem de morir, llavors tota la seva activitat intel·lectual és un deliri masturbatori i un frau pervers i perillós."

James Balwin a 'Porteu-me a l'aigua".

[salvarelsmots]

"Com es pot dir que la llibertat es pren, que no te la donen, i que ningú no és lliure fins que tothom ho és? I que el preu és alt?"

James Balwin a "Porteu-me a l'aigua".

[salvarelsmots]

"Potser, però, la moralitat de la història (i l'esperança del món) resideixi en allò que hom exigeix, no als altres, sinó a si mateix."

James Balwin a "Porteu-me a l'aigua".

[rightafterthedisco]

Je ne voulais pas qu'il me connaisse. Je ne voulais être connu de quiconque.

James Baldwin, La chambre de Giovanni, 1956

[superstitionrev]

Guest Post, Dinah Cox: Hidden Insight in Early Draft

Guest Post, Dinah Cox: Hidden Insight in Early Draft http://wp.me/p6jBdc-4dz

A commonplace among fiction writers is not to write about “themes” but to write about characters in such an easy and effortless way that both plot—if you still believe in plot—and any potential “themes” emerge organically, almost as if by magic. In general I agree with and even applaud this notion; if, for example, I set out to write a story about the dual themes of failing infrastructure in…

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[the-jet-black-hotel-mirror]

All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occations when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air.

I'm so obsessed with this short story. This is my favorite quote from it.

[girlfriendontherun]

When the white man came to Africa, the white man had the Bible and the African had the land, but now it is the white man who is being, reluctantly and bloodily, separated from the land, and the African who is still attempting to digest or to vomit up the Bible.

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time