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“There are no beautiful clocks. Everything to do with time is hideous.”
― Cold Hand in Mine
― Cold Hand in Mine
“The past is of value only as it aids in understanding the present; and an understanding of the facts of the problem -- a magnanimous understanding by both races -- is the first step toward its solution.”
― The Negro in Chicago A Study of Race Relations and a Race Riot
― The Negro in Chicago A Study of Race Relations and a Race Riot
“Think how much less stupefying the last fifty years might have been if people had actually read Marx.”
― The Death of Adam: Essays on Modern Thought
― The Death of Adam: Essays on Modern Thought
“And I Said To My Soul, Be Loud
Madden me back to an afternoon
I carry in me
not like a wound
but like a will against a wound
Give me again enough man
to be the child
choosing my own annihilations
To make of this severed limb
a wand to conjure
a weapon to shatter
dark matter of the dirt daubers' nests
galaxies of glass
Whacking glints
bash-dancing on the cellar's fire
I am the sound the sun would make
if the sun could make a sound
and the gasp of rot
stabbed from the compost's lumpen living death
is me
O my life my war in a jar
I shake you and shake you
and may the best ant win
For I am come a whirlwind of wasted things
and I will ride this tantrum back to God
until my fixed self, my fluorescent self
my grief–nibbling, unbewildered, wall–to–wall self
withers in me like a salted slug”
― Every Riven Thing: Poems
Madden me back to an afternoon
I carry in me
not like a wound
but like a will against a wound
Give me again enough man
to be the child
choosing my own annihilations
To make of this severed limb
a wand to conjure
a weapon to shatter
dark matter of the dirt daubers' nests
galaxies of glass
Whacking glints
bash-dancing on the cellar's fire
I am the sound the sun would make
if the sun could make a sound
and the gasp of rot
stabbed from the compost's lumpen living death
is me
O my life my war in a jar
I shake you and shake you
and may the best ant win
For I am come a whirlwind of wasted things
and I will ride this tantrum back to God
until my fixed self, my fluorescent self
my grief–nibbling, unbewildered, wall–to–wall self
withers in me like a salted slug”
― Every Riven Thing: Poems
“One side charges, 'You are decadent.' The other side retorts, 'We are free.' These are not opposing contentions; they're nonsequiturs.”
― Destiny Disrupted: A History of the World through Islamic Eyes
― Destiny Disrupted: A History of the World through Islamic Eyes
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