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songsfromtreme:
Irma Thomas - It’s Raining
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“Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.”
– Sylvia Plath (via libraryland)
April 2010
9 posts
If you're hungry... →
This site is f**king great!
Chess and hip-hop... who knew? →
Well, I did. Check out this review for the annual Bum Rush the Boards event that took place in DC earlier this week. The event is hosted by Words, Beats, Life, a non-profit organization that aims to transform individual lives and whole communities through the training in and presentation of the elements of hip-hop culture. I volunteer on their amazing, bi-annual scholarly journal. Check it...
“I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.”
– Oscar Wilde (via reluctantbuddha) (via suzywire) (via virginiawoolf)
It's April! Time for a pilgrimage!
Whan that aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of march hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; And specially from every shires ende Of engelond to caunterbury they wende, The hooly blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that...
March 2010
13 posts
I love Erykah, but sometimes I seriously think... →
Feminism - a 21st century manifesto →
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11 Literary References People Make Without... →
February 2010
18 posts
Alone, Nikki Giovanni
poetry365:
i can be alone by myself i was lonely alone now i’m lonely with you something is wrong there are flies everywhere i go
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from prep. 1. Starting at (a particular place or time): As in, John was from Chicago, but he played guitar straight from the Delta; he wore a blue suit from Robert Hall’s; his hair smelled like coconut; his breath, like mint and bourbon; his hands felt like they were from slave times when he touched me—hungry, stealthy, trembling. 2. Out of: He pulled a knot of bills from his pocket, paid...
The Battlefield
That night a mantle of snow fell over all of the bodies, sharp and fine like sky grating itself. Limbs twice brittle, cold on corpus morta, sunk while ground and horizon grew to touch each other. Five months, the icy shards fell like one name, cataloguing every breathless man as one casualty. It dissolved with their flesh and seeped into the pores beneath the grass. Widows flocked to the wells, to...
Alternate Take: Levon Helm
I’ve been beating my head all day long on the same six lines, Snapped off and whittled to nothing like the nub of a pencil Chewed up and smoothed over, yellow paint flecking my teeth. And this whole time a hot wind’s been swatting down my door, Spat from his mouth and landing smack against my ear. All day pounding the devil out of six lines and coming up dry While he drives donuts through my...
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Jamaica Kincaid at the 92Y...
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“It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish...”
– Zora Neale Hurston (Their Eyes Were Watching God) (via justbesplendid)
The only Black History Month site you need to read... →
January 2010
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