“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”—The Kite Runner, Khaled Hossein (via v-intagekiss)
“Poetry is an intimate act. It’s about bringing forth something that’s inside you—whether it is a memory, a philosophical idea, a deep love for another person or for the world, or an apprehension of the spiritual. It’s about making something, in language, which can be transmitted to others—not as information, or polemic, but as irreducible art.”—Dorianne Laux, The Poet’s Companion: A Guide To The Pleasures Of Writing Poetry (via monamade)
“Poetry turns all things to loveliness: it exalts the beauty of that which is most beautiful, and it adds beauty to that which is most deformed; it marries exultation and horror, grief and pleasure, eternity and change; it subdues to union… all irreconcilable things.”—Percy Bysshe Shelley (A Defense of Poetry, 1821)
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget….Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”—Arundhati Roy (via pigeongrasse)
“Dear Hip Hop. (stop)
This shit has gone too far. (stop).
Please see that mixers and turntables are returned to Kool Herc. (stop).
The ghettos are dancing off beat. (stop).
The master of ceremonies have forgotten that they were once slaves and have neglected the occasion of this ceremony. (stop).
Perhaps we should not have encouraged them to use cordless microphones, for they have walked too far from the source and are emitting a lesser frequency. (stop).
Please inform all interested parties that cash nor murder have been added to the list of elements. (stop).
We are discontinuing our current line of braggadocio in light of the current trend in “realness.” (stop).
As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. (stop).
Give my regards to Brooklyn.”—
“What has happened in the world that has made it so that loving a dark-skinned black woman, or finding her beautiful, has become a revolutionary act of resistance?”—Son of Baldwin (via sonofbaldwin) I think about this when people like drake are praised for maybe, possibly, one time a few years ago, showing some attention to a black woman who was not light-skinned. (via whitney1016)