Suffering saints are living seed.
I’m not investigating race as much as I’m investigating intimacy.
Because white men can’t police their imaginations, black men are dying.
I want to believe that in any relational moment a person understands that the other person in front of them is just another human being.
You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you; it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you.
Poetry has no investment in anything besides openness. It's not arguing a point. It's creating an environment.
So you're just moving along and suddenly you get this moment that breaks your ability to continue, and yet you continue. I wanted those kinds of moments. And initially people would say, "I don't think I have any. " Their initial reaction was to render invisible those moments weaved into a kind of everydayness.
I dont think about the Fonda legacy much.
People do not choose a government that will bring the market within their control; instead, the market in every way conditions governments to bring the people within its control.
As we advance in life the circle of our pains enlarges, while that of our pleasures contracts.
I trailed off. Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.