Im Of Course, With Every Bit Of My Conscious Thinking, Every Bit Of My Work, In All My Interventions,

I’m of course, with every bit of my conscious thinking, every bit of my work, in all my interventions, strongly, fundamentally, and in every way anti-racist. But history is larger than personal goodwill. Therefore I think we must confront the possibility that in what we produce there may be residual elements that can give fuel to the other side. I would say to other new immigrant intellectuals that they should look very carefully at what they produce. Vigilance is absolutely necessary. And in terms of that vigilance, it is agency, accountable reason, that we are talking about, not some sort of cultural difference.

Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak, from ‘Subaltern Talk: Interview with the Editors’ [emphasis mine]

I love with such ferocity that it kills me when the object of my love shows by a phrase that he can escape. He escapes, and I am left clutching at a string that slips in and out among the leaves on the tree-tops. I do not understand phrases.

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

What if love is made and nothing else? asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water. Nothing else, cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods. And they were both right. And they were both lonely.

Kapka Kassabova (via rabbitinthemoon)

Italy. Milan. 1966. Bruno Barbey.

This afternoon, she fell asleep on my shoulder on the ride home. It was hot and the streets were noisy, but the bus lurched along, in its usual Saturday emptiness. There was her breath on my shoulder, the rattle of the engine; syncopated time. Her hair was soft, like rain. November Rain, I called her. My eyelids were leaden. I was barely alive, but it was the most tender, the most real of things I’d felt in a long, long while.