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Cree; Saskatchewan, Canada, around 1930. Paul Coze

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''If you are willing to think about a situation differently, then it has already started to change for the better.''
Cruel summer, Summer Wagner
Nina Simone performing at the Beacon Theater in 1974.
This was parked in front of the club

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Maker: Herter Brothers (German, active New York, 1864–1906) Date:1879–82 Geography: Made in New York, New York, United States
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Jenny Holzer, Black Book Posters, 1979
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"In the same way that your heart feels and your mind thinks, you, mortal beings, are the instrument by which the universe cares. If you choose to care, then the universe cares. If you don't, then it doesn't." -- Brennan Lee Mulligan, D20, Fantasy High
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hi!! if you could only read 10 poems again, which would those poems be? I just went through all of my collected poetry and created a top 10 list of poems that mean the most to me, and i thought it was a really fun and challenging exercise! i'm curious if we have any poems in common <3
OUGH. okay hardest question ever. keeping in mind those would be the only 10 poems I could ever read, I picked ones that are seminal to me & my relationship with poetry
“The Same City” by Terrance Hayes
“Magdalene—The Seven Devils” by Marie Howe
“October” by Louise Glück
“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O’Hara
“Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.” by June Jordan
“[I aborted two daughters]” by Diane Seuss
“Snow and Dirty Rain” by Richard Siken
“Late Poem to My Father” by Sharon Olds
“The Colonel” by Carolyn Forché
“Turtle, Swan” by Mark Doty
“I can’t tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other. The reason I can’t tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognized by burning.”
— A.R. Ammons, “A Poem is a Walk”

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“Stop thinking about saving your fragile face. Tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp. We will not blame you if your words go down in flames and nothing is left but the raw-scald. We will not blame you if, with the reticence of a surgeon’s hands, your words suture only the red places where blood might flow. We will not blame you because we know you can never do it properly: once and for all. Passion is never enough. Talent is never enough. Skill is never enough. But try. For our sake and yours. So. Forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul. You, so blessed with occasional blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
— Toni Morrison, The Nobel Lecture In Literature, 1993
Leila Chatti, “I Too Was Worthy,” in Wildness Before Something Sublime