December 2011
16 posts
You remember thinking while braiding your hair that you look a lot like your mother. Your mother who looked like your grandmother and her grandmother before her. Your mother had two rules for living. Always use your ten fingers, which in her parlance meant that you should be the best little cook and housekeeper who ever lived.
Your mother’s second rule went along with the first. Never...
REBLOG:... i saw Pariah. →
tionam:
Reblogging this from when i had the chance to see Pariah at the New Director/New Films fest at the Lincoln Center earlier this year in March. please support this film if it happens to be playing in your city or a city near you!!!
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Here’s what YOU can do:
1) BUY movie tickets opening week! Bring your friends & family to watch PARIAH or buy tickets for friends &...
Anonymous asked: some time ago you said writing had become your escape and that you had things you needed to face. did you?
in, jim's addiction.: I Can Be Nice →
jimsaddiction:
i can be nice.
gentle, with a conductor’s touch of aggression, so
your voice composes only impolite whispers and airless breaths.
and now, i starve for it—
that bitter chocolate whisper.
feed me and i’ll consume your whole
deep, dark dripping cavern.
your skin is now my favorite color
and…
i usually don't give explanations.
I don’t believe I have to do anything I don’t want to do. Yes, I’m one of those people. I quit things I don’t like (which can be disruptive and foolish). I need to understand the purpose before I dive right in. I care about my feelings first (care is probably not the best word as I’ve always neglected my own healing due to discomfort) and I may seem selfish or...
dear universe, maybe the list of wants is too long and too tough to work through. maybe a list of what i don’t want will be easier to manage?
p.s. this is incomplete. i think.
sincerely,
I don’t want to deal with money. I don’t want to live in any place I don’t have room to plant something, a windowsill, a back porch, a field. something. I don’t want a car...
randomness: before the new year shows up
In a perfect world…
I’d live in a brownstone (big enough to throw fabulous dinner parties) summer and fall and in a farmhouse (with a wrap-around porch and a horse named Otis) for winter and spring.
No little children would go missing.
Poems would edit themselves.
I’d always let the love overpower the fear.
There’d be no shitty music.
I’d have a place for all...
i wrote you a letter i sat on my hands and wrote you a letter with the only words i knew i sat on a balcony too small for drunken fits and began to sweat cuz i’m so used to pen and paper and not the echo of my voice off your chest when you play with questions in the softness of my hair my hands began to sweat but the letter was long and longer when i pulled my feet beneath me and rested on the...
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used...”
– Arundhati Roy (via enumerate)
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Breakthrough by Carolyn M. Rodgers
I’ve had tangled feelings lately About ev’rything Bout writing poetry, and otha forms Bout talkin and dreamin with a Special man (who says he needs me) Uh huh And my mouth has been open Most of the time but I ain’t been saying nothin but Thinking about ev’rything And the partial pain has been How do I put my self on paper The way I want to be or am and be Not like any one...
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“Here,” she said, “In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh...”
– Baby Suggs, Beloved (via eyeofsoul)