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thoughtkick · a day ago
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You cannot use someone else’s fire; you can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe you have it.
Audre Lorde
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Audre Lorde from Poetry is Not a Luxury
[text id: For there are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt - of examining what those ideas feel like being lived on Sunday morning at 7 a.m., after brunch, during wild love, making war, giving birth, mourning our dead - while we suffer the old longings, battle the old warnings and fears of being silent and impotent and alone, while we taste new possibilities and strengths.]
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leonardcohenofficial · 2 months ago
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audre lorde, circa 1960s
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liriostigre · 6 months ago
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Audre Lorde, "A Litany for Survival." The Black Unicorn
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minyarrds · 4 months ago
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the transformation of silence, audre lorde
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firstfullmoon · 4 months ago
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To go to bed and to wake up again day after day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other — not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat — but like sunlight, day after day in the regular course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet.
Audre Lorde, from Zami: A New Spelling of My Name
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quotemadness · 14 days ago
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You cannot use someone else’s fire; you can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe you have it.
Audre Lorde
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deformititties · a year ago
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Undersong, ‘Equinox’ (1969) by Audre Lorde
[iD: we must be very strong / and love each other / in order to go on living.]
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fernstream · 12 months ago
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“The “generation gap” is an important social tool for any repressive society. If the younger members of a community view the older members as contemptible or suspect or excess, they will never be able to join hands and examine the living memories of the community, nor ask the all important question, “Why?” This gives rise to a historical amnesia that keeps us working to invent the wheel every time we have to go to the store for bread.
We find ourselves having to repeat and relearn the same old lessons over and over that our mothers did because we do not pass on what we have learned, or because we are unable to listen. For instance, how many times has this all been said before? For another, who would have believed that once again our daughters are allowing their bodies to be hampered and purgatorial by girdles and high heels and hobble skirts?”
— Audre Lorde, “Age, Race, Class, and Sex,” in Sister Outsider (bolding mine)
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tryingtogetaway · 6 months ago
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the wind blows through [the room]. you see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
i. @jupiter-suggestion
ii. wallows’ “do not wait”
iii. banksy’s “show me the monet”
iv. alain de botton’s “on love”
v. adyashanti
vi. audre lorde’s “learning from the 60s”
vii. hans vandekerckhove’s “another portrait of an artist”
viii. jenny slate
ix. @j-fouur
x. mary oliver’s “blue iris”
caption: franz kafka’s diaries (1915-1923)
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perfectquote · 2 months ago
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May I never lose that terror that keeps me brave.
Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Solstice”
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warsanshayar · a year ago
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Ijeoma Umebinyuo, your love poems need politics to survive //  June Jordan, Directed by Desire // Warsan Shire, Conversations About Home // bell hooks, Salvation: Black People and Love // Mahmoud Darwish // Audre Lorde, A Burst of Light // Rod Smith // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
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un-----made · 18 days ago
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aftermath of my first exam of the week - jan 2022
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liriostigre · 6 months ago
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Audre Lorde, “Digging.” The Black Unicorn
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lifeinpoetry · a year ago
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I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor!
— Audre Lorde, from “A Burst of Light: Living with Cancer,” The Selected Works of Audre Lorde
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firstfullmoon · 10 months ago
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I do believe that the love expressed between women is particular and powerful because we have had to love ourselves in order to live; love has been our means of survival.
Audre Lorde, from her interview featured in Black Women Writers at Work
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quotemadness · 8 months ago
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Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.
Audre Lorde
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deformititties · 5 months ago
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The Cancer Journals, Audre Lorde
[ID: I must let this pain flow through me and pass on. If I resist or try to stop it, it will detonate inside me, shatter me, splatter my pieces against every wall and person that I touch.]
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woundgallery · 2 months ago
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For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is the vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we give name to the nameless so it can be thought.
Audre Lorde
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aconissa · 11 months ago
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TO BE MADE AND REMADE IN A LOVER’S HANDS
Natalie Diaz, ‘Postcolonial Love Poem’ Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours (trans. Barrows & Macy) Auguste Rodin, Cathedral & Combinations Audre Lorde, ‘On a Night of the Full Moon’ Margaret Atwood, Power Politics James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
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