• Things of Water

    like choppy water, frothy and forthright, she spouts destroying the placidity of my man made emotions structurally unsound deficient of reason wet like woman she is fit only for swallowing

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  • This is a tremendous public service Sarah Webb is doing. Hope it resonates with you as well.

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  • Apt quote

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  • The quote below is excerpted from an interview Kalamu ya Salaam did with Amiri Baraka. ya Salaam: It’s one thing to have that sense, and it’s another thing to have the technical facility to put that sensibility on the page. Baraka: Practice. Practice. Practice. I think that’s the only thing you can do. Like my grandmother said,…

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  • From the chapter The Language of African Literature: […] African languages refused to die. They would not simply go the way of Latin to become the fossils for linguistic archaeology to dig up, classify, and argue about the international conferences. These languages, these national heritages of Africa, were kept alive by the peasantry. The peasantry…

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  • Seri Jeni: It was after this [the removal of the population from areas where they supported the freedom fighters]  that one of my children joined the struggle. What happened was that she woke up early in the morning and got ready the various things he used to sell. Then she changed into a denim dress,…

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  • Citizen, enemy, mama’s boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiled water that the puny brain feels completely cooked. Yes, we have dwelt here: in this concrete, brick, wooden rubble which you now arrive to sift. All our wires were crossed, barbed, tangled, or interwoven. Also: we didn’t…

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  • All the single mothers, black and nonblack, who raise healthy sons who later become mature, responsible men capable of giving and receiving love know that it is a lie that only men can raise sons. Patriarchal culture currently seeks to devalue single mothers by insisting they cannot raise healthy sons, even though there is no…

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  • The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and…

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  • Nadine Gordimer is an effective writer. So effective, in fact that I have found myself, over the past few days, researching Afrikaner resistance to Afrikaner Nationalism. One of the first books I read that dealt with the subject was 117 days by Ruth First. On the strength of the literature, I found myself questioning whether it was…

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