May 2012
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“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:...”
– Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their...
April 2012
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“They do not love one another, because they do not love themselves”
– Kurt Vonnegut Jr (Slaughterhouse Five)
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“I think about my sisters in the movement. I remember the days when, draped in...”
– Assata Shakur (via daughterofzami)
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“Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of...”
– “Catch a Body,” Ilse Bendorf (via clavicola)
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“I’m a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.”
– Haruki Murakami (via calloway)
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“This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew...”
– “This Was Once A Love Poem,” Jane Hirshfield (via clavicola)
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“She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via thelostdeer)
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“I was born to a time of fire.”
– The Piano Lesson (via fuckyeahgreatplays)
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“Count up the almonds,
count what was bitter and kept you waking,
count me in...”
– “Count Up The Almonds,” Paul Celan (via clavicola)
likeawritingdesk:
lover,
it is true that i really loved you though you vanished like honey in hot water
and you taste like cinnamon on my lips, leaving a spice in my breath
you had maps of old cities in your skin the ruins of forgotten lands in your knuckles
skeletons of ferns lining the future behind your eyelids
