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“Though we come and go, and pass into the shadows, where we leave behind us stories told — on paper, on the wings of butterflies, on the wind, on the hearts of others — there we are remembered, there we work magic and great change — passing on the fire like a torch — forever and forever. Till the sky falls, and all things are flawless and need no words at all.”
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“The Worst of all Loves - Douglas Dunn
Where do they go, the faces, the people seen
In glances and longed for, who smile back
Wondering where the next kiss is coming from?
They are seen suddenly, from the top decks of buses
On railway platforms, at the tea machine
When the sleep of travelling makes us look for them.
A whiff of perfume, an eye, a hat, a shoe,
Bring back vague memories of names,
Thingummy, that bloke, what's-her-name.
What great things have I lost, that faces in a crowd
Should make me look at them for one I know?
What are faces that they must be looked for?
But there's one face, seen only once,
A fragment of a crowd. I know enough of her.
That face makes me dissatisfied with myself.
Those we secretly love, who never know of us,
What happens to them? Only this is known.
They will never meet us suddenly in pleasant rooms.”
―
Where do they go, the faces, the people seen
In glances and longed for, who smile back
Wondering where the next kiss is coming from?
They are seen suddenly, from the top decks of buses
On railway platforms, at the tea machine
When the sleep of travelling makes us look for them.
A whiff of perfume, an eye, a hat, a shoe,
Bring back vague memories of names,
Thingummy, that bloke, what's-her-name.
What great things have I lost, that faces in a crowd
Should make me look at them for one I know?
What are faces that they must be looked for?
But there's one face, seen only once,
A fragment of a crowd. I know enough of her.
That face makes me dissatisfied with myself.
Those we secretly love, who never know of us,
What happens to them? Only this is known.
They will never meet us suddenly in pleasant rooms.”
―
“Art demands what, to women, current civilisation won't give. There is for a Dostoyevsky writing against time on the corner of a crowded kitchen table a greater possibility of detachment than for a woman artist no matter how placed. Neither motherhood nor the more continuously exacting and indefinitely expansive responsibilities of even the simplest housekeeping can so effectively hamper her as the human demand, besieging her wherever she is, for an inclusive awareness, from which men, for good or ill, are exempt.”
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“À la mémoire de Mamu, ma grand-mère,
Qui m’a laissé au cœur et aux poumons,
cette braise ronde de pur amour,
Que j’essaie de rallumer,
Avec mes pauvres moyens,
à chaque respiration.
In memory of Mamu, my grandmother,
Who left me in the heart and in the lungs,
this round ember of pure love,
That I try to rekindle,
With my poor means,
with each breath. ”
― La Horde du Contrevent
Qui m’a laissé au cœur et aux poumons,
cette braise ronde de pur amour,
Que j’essaie de rallumer,
Avec mes pauvres moyens,
à chaque respiration.
In memory of Mamu, my grandmother,
Who left me in the heart and in the lungs,
this round ember of pure love,
That I try to rekindle,
With my poor means,
with each breath. ”
― La Horde du Contrevent
“Women in the online gaming community have been harassed, threatened, and driven out. Anita Sarkeesian, a feminist media critic who documented such incidents, received support for her work, but also, in the words of a journalist, 'another wave of really aggressive, you know, violent personal threats, her accounts attempted to be hacked. And one man in Ontario took the step of making an online video game where you could punch Anita's image on the screen. And if you punched it multiple times, bruises and cuts would appear on her image.' The difference between these online gamers and the Taliban men who, last October, tried to murder fourteen-year-old Malala Yousafzai for speaking out about the right of Pakistani women to education is one of degree. Both are trying to silence and punish women for claiming voice, power, and the right to participate. Welcome to Manistan.”
― Men Explain Things to Me
― Men Explain Things to Me
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