September 2011
24 posts
“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
—Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)
“Perhaps one day the world, our world, won’t be upside down, and then any newborn human being will be welcome. Saying, ‘Welcome. Come. Come in. Enter. The entire earth will be your kingdom. Your legs will be your passport, valid forever.’”
—Eduardo Galeano
“we were knitted like yarn
in the morning you were the snooze button on my alarm
and now goodnight is just the gesture of an arm” —
in the morning you were the snooze button on my alarm
and now goodnight is just the gesture of an arm” —
to be free | ani difranco
One day at a time.
xkcd *choke* *sob*
“Never underestimate those who you scar
Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard…” —Lost Ones | Lauryn Hill
Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard…” —Lost Ones | Lauryn Hill
“Don’t take my picture/ cause I don’t want to know how it looks/ to feel like this.”
—uncomfortably slow | newton faulkner
Biko.
We speak his name once a year in reverence, but we haven’t really honoured his memory, or his vision. Biko. Never, ever forget.
September ‘77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can’t blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now…
- Peter Gabriel
“Take me; Yes, take me; But you know best
where the sea calmly opens its blue road.
I’m wearier than your oldest tower;
somewhere I’ve left my heart aside.” —Adrienne Rich, “White Knight” (via fragmentsshoredagainstmyruin)
where the sea calmly opens its blue road.
I’m wearier than your oldest tower;
somewhere I’ve left my heart aside.” —Adrienne Rich, “White Knight” (via fragmentsshoredagainstmyruin)
“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
—Arundhati Roy (via 24ribs)
