January 2012
30 posts
“…and your memory is now like a ball gown with grass stains
because of the...”
– Chelsey Minnis, from “Uncut” (via alinapleskova)
“Stand up. Stretch. Crack knuckles. The cracks echo and bounce across the quiet...”
– Caribbean Writers: Me. Writing.
“I turned upon her and caught her by the throat. I did my best to kill her. My...”
– Virginia Woolf, “Professions for Women” A paper read to the Women’s Service League happy 130th birthday (via hateshiploveship)
“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the...”
– Margaret Atwood | The Handmaid’s Tale (via blogut)
“A riot is the language of the unheard.”
– Martin Luther King, Jr. in an address given in Birmingham, Alabama on December 31, 1963 (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Beyond
caribbeanwriters:
Beyond the flood of sunlight on this sea,
Beyond the horizon line,
Beyond those outer and unknown horizons
Into horizonless and glorious landscapes of the soul
take wing, take wing; outward go singing. Not as stark men upon a drowning deck
Or on a berserk salient doomed;
Not as wind-driven wingers crying,
Nor lowing as lost ones from flocks;
Not as the hermit in his...
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“You must learn not to be afraid of the world.”
– Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
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“Surely the peach-flowers blossom over
the tomb of SIË-THAO.”
– The Story of Ming-Y
“There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives...”
– Philip Larkin, from “Love, We Must Part Now” (via proustitute)
November 2011
19 posts
Crashingly Beautiful: starting a poem →
crashinglybeautiful:
You are alone. Then there’s a knock On the door. It’s a word. You Bring it in. Things go OK for a while. But this word Has relatives. Soon They turn up. None of them work. They sleep on the floor, and they steal Your tennis shoes. You started it; you weren’t Content to leave things alone. Now…
“To love a man is not only to let myself be disturbed by some of the details...”
– Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal, trans. Bernard Frechtman (via proustitute)
“You didn’t care, so I went on and on—dancing alone, and no matter what happens,...”
– Zelda to F. Scott Fitzgerald, September 1930 (via leopoldgursky)
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“Farewell, O twice beloved! A Túrin Turambar turun ambartanen: master of doom by...”
– The Silmarillion
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Power and Glory
This tremendous surge of free energy at twenty-one had no result in misbehaviour. It found expression mainly in locking my door, actually and metaphorically. Once I sat up all night, just to see how it felt after having been sent to bed so inexorably from infancy; no revelry, just reading and working. Once I slept on the floor; once with a friend, on her roof - an unforgettable experience to...
“Even our names sound delicious:
Pandora, Delilah, Bathsheba, Lola, Gilda
They...”
– Femme Fatale by Jeannine Hall Gailey (via grammatolatry)
“Don’t look back until you’ve written an entire draft, just begin each day from...”
– Will Self (via pavorst)
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Jean Rhys, "Voyage in the Dark"
caribbeanwriters:
…It was funny, but that was what I thought about more than anything else—the smell of the streets and the smells of frangipani and lime juice and cinnamon and cloves, and sweets made of ginger and syrup, and incense after funerals or Corpus Christi processions, and the patients standing outside the surgery next door, and the smell of the sea-breeze and the different smell of...
October 2011
12 posts
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Tired of pictures of women lying prostrate and lifeless, ethereal and vacuous. Where are the tribal roaring unstoppable forces of blazing strength? Women you look at and forget they are women and see only strength, courage, indomitable will?