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  • #1
    Richard Siken
    “Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
    Richard Siken

  • #2
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
    Tell me we'll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #3
    Richard Siken
    “I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #4
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                                                    and dress them in warm clothes again.
              How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
    until they forget that they are horses.
                        It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
              it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                                  how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
    were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                                                            to slice into pieces.
    Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
              we're inconsolable.
                                                                Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                                              Tell me we’ll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #5
    Richard Siken
    “Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.”
    richard siken

  • #6
    Richard Siken
    “I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”
    Richard Siken

  • #7
    Toni Morrison
    “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #8
    Toni Morrison
    “Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #9
    Toni Morrison
    “Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #10
    Toni Morrison
    “There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #11
    Toni Morrison
    “In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face 'cause they don't love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain't in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don't love your mouth. You got to love it. This is flesh I'm talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I'm telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they'd just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver--love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #12
    Toni Morrison
    “Some things you forget. Other things you never do. But it's not. Places, places are still there. If a house burns down, it's gone, but the place--the picture of it--stays, and not just in my remory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating around out there outside my head. I mean, even if I don't think if, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there. Right in the place where it happened.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #13
    Toni Morrison
    “Whitepeople believed that whatever the manners, under every dark skin was a jungle. Swift unnavigable waters, swinging screaming baboons, sleeping snakes, red gums ready for their sweet white blood. In a way, he thought, they were right. The more coloredpeople spent their strength trying to convince them how gentle they were, how clever and loving, how human, the more they used themselves up to persuade whites of something Negroes believed could not be questioned, the deeper and more tangled the jungle grew inside. But it wasn’t the jungle blacks brought with them to this place from the other (livable) place. It was the jungle whitefolks planted in them. And it grew. It spread. In, through and after life, it spread, until it invaded the whites who had made it. Touched them every one. Changed and altered them. Made them bloody, silly, worse than even they wanted to be, so scared were they of the jungle they had made. The screaming baboon lived under their own white skin; the red gums were their own.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #14
    Margaret Atwood
    “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

  • #15
    Margaret Atwood
    “But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #16
    Margaret Atwood
    “Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse, for some.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #17
    Margaret Atwood
    “We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
    We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #18
    Margaret Atwood
    “A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #19
    Margaret Atwood
    “But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #20
    Margaret Atwood
    “The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #21
    Margaret Atwood
    “Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #22
    Margaret Atwood
    “I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #23
    Margaret Atwood
    “Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #24
    Margaret Atwood
    “We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #25
    Margaret Atwood
    “Modesty is invisibility...Never forget it. To be seen—to be seen—is to be...penetrated. What you must be girls, is impenetrable.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale



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