Elvira Basevich
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W.E.B. Du Bois: The Lost and the Found
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How to Love the World
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Charles Mills’ The Racial Contract
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"Natalia Ginzburg fue una reconocida escritora y activista italiana de ascendencia judía cuyo testimonio sobre el auge del fascismo en Italia es considerado de gran valor. Sin embargo, Léxico familiar no es un libro que se centre en este tema, si bien"
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"Hands down one of the best collections I’ve read in years. Hilarious and heartbreaking, every poem a gut punch of grief and gratitude. These poems will wake you up to your life. Read this. Now. "
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Finished reading the book in one fell swoop. Looking forward to rereading it later this week. I want to absorb its poems and learn to see the world and feel my feelings through Muradyan's poetic voice. Achingly beautiful. ...more |
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“Last to dry was the hair.
When we were already far from the sea,
when words and salt, which had merged on us,
separated from one another with a sigh,
and your body no longer showed
signs of a terrible ancientness.
And in vain we had forgotten a few things on the beach,
so that we would have an excuse to return.
We didn’t return.
And these days I remember the days
that have your name on them, like a name on a ship,
and how we saw through two open doors
one man who was thinking, and how we looked at the clouds
with the ancient gaze we inherited from our fathers,
who waited for rain,
and how at night, when the world cooled off,
your body kept its warmth for a long time,
like the sea”
― The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai
When we were already far from the sea,
when words and salt, which had merged on us,
separated from one another with a sigh,
and your body no longer showed
signs of a terrible ancientness.
And in vain we had forgotten a few things on the beach,
so that we would have an excuse to return.
We didn’t return.
And these days I remember the days
that have your name on them, like a name on a ship,
and how we saw through two open doors
one man who was thinking, and how we looked at the clouds
with the ancient gaze we inherited from our fathers,
who waited for rain,
and how at night, when the world cooled off,
your body kept its warmth for a long time,
like the sea”
― The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai
“When its 100 degrees in New York, it's 72 in Los Angeles. When its 30 degrees in New York, in Los Angeles it's still 72. However, there are 6 million interesting people in New York, and only 72 in Los Angeles.”
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“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
― Glass, Irony and God
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
― Glass, Irony and God
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