Veronica

“As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“The prison therefore functions ideologically as an abstract site into which undesirables are deposited, relieving us of the responsibility of thinking about the real issues afflicting those communities from which prisoners are drawn in such disproportionate numbers. This is the ideological work that the prison performs—it relieves us of the responsibility of seriously engaging with the problems of our society, especially those produced by racism and, increasingly, global capitalism.”
― Angela Y. Davis, Are Prisons Obsolete?

“Anche a me la poesia delle rocce nere sembrava bellissima; e mi struggevo d’invidia, per non averla scritta io. Era semplice: prati verdi, rocce nere, ne avevo visti tante volte anch’io, in montagna. E non m’era venuto in testa che si potesse farne niente: li avevo guardati, e basta. Le poesie erano dunque cosí: semplici, fatte di niente; fatte delle cose che si guardavano. Mi guardavo intorno con occhi attenti: cercavo cose che potessero assomigliare a quelle rocce nere, a quei prati verdi, e che questa volta non mi sarei lasciata portar via da nessuno.”
― Natalia Ginzburg, Lessico famigliare

“There is hidden and always ready in woman the source; the locus for the other. The mother, too, is a metaphor. It is necessary and sufficient that the best of herself be given to woman by another woman for her to be able to love herself and return in love the body that was “born” to her. Touch me, caress me, you the living no-name, give me my self as myself.”
― Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa