Cuban Interior, 1920 - Stuart Davis (1892–1964)
watercolor on paper | source:
Horizons
Guan
CHORUS : Why are you so in love with
things unbearable?
Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)
In my opinion, the most dangerous stereotype and one that allows racism to flourish is the one that “racists” are people who live in southern or flyover states, shop at WalMart, are Evangelical Christians, do not go to college, and vote Republican. A lot of urban, non-Christian, educated “progressives” like Lena Dunham do a good job of convincing themselves that they are not racist, b/c they drink espresso, and listen to jazz or Mos Def, and live in cities, voted for Obama and sometimes have sex with POC, and as a result, they give themselves free reign to engage in racism on a regular basis.
Commenter nicthommi in a discussion of Lena Dunham on Racialicious (via thefemcritique)
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(via audrelawwd)
I forgive everything. the stomach pains. the words lost between languages. the worst headache of my life. if nothing else, you make my hands feel like hands. listen: I’d collect your ghosts. I’d swallow them whole. once on a plane, I cried about the blanket the flight attendant gave me. it reminded me of you. there’s a love that exists somewhere between new york and cairo that has your name on it. I hope it finds you. I don’t want the pictures. I want each memory to live inside of me forever. I want the songs back. the ones the storeowners play in bayridge when they’re missing home (which is to say the songs are always playing). I forgive it all. the woman who did unforgivable things, the food that went bad too early, the impatient drivers, my stomach always leaving me. you make my heart feel it could get something right. I want dreams for you. I want to say I’ll see you soon, but who knows when I’ll see you. you break my heart a little, but don’t let it get to you. everything breaks my heart a little. I just want you to know I remember you. you exist everywhere I go which means you’ve been across the state, across the country, across the world by now. you make my poems wilt less. you make everything wilt less. I want a world of flight for you. which means you could land anywhere. which means I already forgive if it’s a lifetime away from me.
