"…and that will bind me round, carry me, misty deck, carry me to the cold, go on, high ship, go on, plunge on."
Read Wallace Stevens’s Farewell to Florida in its entirety here.
American government bringing freedom to the ” oppressed ” to save them from tyranny and to protect their human rights from being violated
It pains me to see this,but it needs to not be swept under the carpet. Pure evil and I hope this bitch and every one like her pays.
This month I studied the laughter lines on my fathers face. I started revising after relearning how to revise. And yano that revision timetable we all think we’re gonna make, all colourful and pretty? well like always that wasn’t made. This month I finished my study of Surah Al-Ma’idah in Tafsir class, I found some old fading photographs of my grandparents and I watched The Separation.I sat my final university exam, randomly decided one day to do my mothers make up and gulped down some disappointment. This month my best friends father had a stroke, he is currently in hospital. Many many duas for his recovery and health. I learnt about sincerity and solitude. That grammar leaks infuriatingly well. That all wonderful things come to an end one day and maybe that one day is near. There has been worry and panic. I’ve learnt that its not the end of the world if you don’t get something. That I should stop comparing myself to others, alright, our successes might be the same but mine will sing a different song. This month my mothers cousin passed away. Overdose. A sad troubled soul. My mother told us how they would study algebra together as kids. You never forget the sound of a weeping sister and a wailing mother. They will be forever etched in your memory. There was more death. Our neighbours daughter went to bed one night earlier this month and didn’t wake up. We get under the covers every night with thoughts about tomorrow, plans and To-Do lists, this and that, and yet we don’t even know if tomorrow will hang around for us. This month a piece of mine got published in a collection of stories. My mothers eye sight has gotten worse. Two new pairs of glasses were added to the family. I’ve learnt that there is no end to the treachery of this world. That only He can heal,so let Him into your hearts so He can heal your wounds and bruises. I started working on how to use a concordancer for my linguistics module. Its overwhelming. Some days you can get everything done on your To-Do list and then you have some days where the laundry and the ironing is having a war and everything is jisjgd98jisdioausdo! Some days you can’t even find the words and then the words find you and you’re pinned. I learnt about stone hearts. To kiss the magic in your fingertips. To appreciate the presence of your loved ones. To remember the most merciful. This month has been difficult and numb and nice and just, yano.
"I will close Guantanamo Bay."
"if they pronounce
your name like a curse
then you may as well
teach their mouths how
to taste a growing hell"
"Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating."
"Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them."
"When we talk about El Hajj Malik Shabazz or Malcolm X, we have to look at the integrity of his example because he symbolized conscious struggle in its highest pinnacle; that is that theory becomes practice. He wasn’t just saying something but he was doing. He was consistent in word and deed. And this more than anything else becomes evident when people try to understand what is being said when the person who is saying it, when he is applying it, then it becomes a living example to the message he is delivering."
I found a religion that blended scientific reason with spiritual reality in a unifying faith
"Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self."