August 2012
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from "Girl Without Hands" by Margaret Atwood
Walking through the ruins on your way to work that do not look like ruins with the sunlight pouring over the seen world like hail or melted silver, that bright and magnificent, each leaf and stone quickened and specific in it, and you can’t hold it, you can’t hold any of it. Distance surrounds you, marked out by the ends of your arms when they are stretched to their fullest. You can walk no...
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He shut the door and, coming back into the room, stood for a moment lost in...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Beautiful and Damned
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The force that allows white feminist authors to make no reference to racial...
– bell hooks, from Ain’t I a Woman?
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La Révolution est comme Saturne: elle dévore ses propres enfants. (in English:...
– Pierre Vergniaud, a significant figure of the French Revolution, before his execution
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Lessening by Linda Gregg
Without even looking in the album I realized suddenly, two months later, you had stolen the picture of me, The one in color in the Greek waves. After you had hurt me so much, how could you also take the picture from me of a time before I knew you? When I was with Jack. Steal the small proof that once I lived well, was loved and beautiful.
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To die a good death means to live one’s life. I don’t say a good life.
I say a...
– James Wright, from “Honey”
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At issue: reproductive freedom.
Pregnant poor women, denied dignity, denied...
– John Stoltenberg, from Refusing to be a Man
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I must somehow make room for the other in myself.
– Gabriel Marcel
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Love by Lola Haskins
She tries it on, like a dress. She decides it doesn’t fit, and starts to take it off. Her skin comes, too.
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In 1784, five years before he became president of the United States, George...
– The sorry legacy of the founders
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My mistrust [of men] is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the...
– Melissa McEwan
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Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of...
– Emil Cioran
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You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?...
– Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”
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On a recent afternoon, eight women, all relatives, sat in the inner courtyard of...
– Rania Abouzeid, The Cadence of War, via rimeswriting
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Can the hungry go on a hunger strike? Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You...
– Arundhati Roy
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Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like...
– Anna Kamienska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook