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standingatthefence · 11 hours
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Suzanne Césaire, Negritude movement founder poet, theorist, writer, surrealist, philosopher
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standingatthefence · 11 hours
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Could i manage to surrender to the expectant silence that follows a question without an answer?
c lispector
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standingatthefence · 3 days
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“Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.”
— Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot
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standingatthefence · 3 days
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“When something catches your attention, just keep your attention on it, stick with it ‘til the end, and somewhere along the line there’ll be weirdness. I’ve never tried to explain it to anyone before, but what i mean to say is that a whole lot of technically impossible things are always trying to happen to us, appear to us, talk to us, show us pictures, or just say hi, and you can’t pay attention to all of it, so I just pick the nearest technically impossible thing and I let it happen. Let me know how it goes if you try it. And if you’re thinking I’m going to grow out of this, you’re wrong.” - Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird
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standingatthefence · 3 days
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Audre Lorde, Dear Toni [Instead of a Letter of Congratulation Upon Your Book and Your Daughter Whom You Say You Are Raising to be a Correct Little Sister], September 1971, in Savoring the Salt. The Legacy of Toni Cade Bambara, Edited by Linda Janet Holmes and Cheryl A. Wall, Temple University Press, Philadelphia, PA, 2007, pp. 148-150
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standingatthefence · 3 days
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“If sleep is truce, as it is sometimes said, a pure time for the mind to rest and heal, why, when they suddenly wake you, do you feel that they have stolen everything you had? Why is it so sad to be awake at dawn? It strips us of a gift so strange, so deep, it can be remembered only in half-sleep, moments of drowsiness that gild and adorn The waking mind with dreams, which may well be but broken images of the night’s treasure, a timeless world that has no name or measure and breaks up in the mirrors of the day. Who will you be tonight, in the dark thrall of sleep, when you have slipped across its wall?”
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Sleep” (tr. by Robert Mezey) 
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standingatthefence · 3 days
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“Faith comes and goes. It rises and falls like the tides of an invisible ocean. If it is presumptuous to think that faith will stay with you forever, it is just as presumptuous to think that unbelief will.”
— Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being
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standingatthefence · 5 days
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Dahomey (2024) | dir. Mati Diop
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standingatthefence · 6 days
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Crowd at Human Kindness Day (1975) by Kwame Brathwaite
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standingatthefence · 7 days
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Manuel Carrillo.
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standingatthefence · 7 days
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“The fear of becoming old is born of the recognition that one is not living now the life that one wishes. It is equivalent to a sense of abusing the present.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
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standingatthefence · 8 days
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From the quiet neighborhood, from the distant houses, no sounds reached her. And, free, not even she knew what she was thinking.
– Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart
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'george wright's garden in dorset, england' in livingsculpture - paul cooper (2001)
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standingatthefence · 9 days
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Photos of Long Island Teens in the 1970s by Joseph Szabo
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Jean Khalil Chamoun & Mai Masri - Wild Flowers: Women of South Lebanon (1987)
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standingatthefence · 9 days
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Wang Ch’ing Hui, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from “The Lotuses in the Imperial Lake,”
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standingatthefence · 10 days
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"Hell, because the world held no more human meaning for me, and man no longer had human meaning for me. And without that humanization and without the sentimentalization of the world - I am terrified."
Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G. H.
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