Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
Oprah Winfrey
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Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Willa Cather
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Morning dragonflies tricked by the sliding glass door, scattered on the porch like cigarettes torn in half, & a horse in watercolor, its joints light blue circles. Golf carts zoom over the green breasts of the hills. I slept on my hands, flat pillows filled with a puzzle of tiny bones. Loneliness’s
gray blanket, last night’s mascara, loneliness— a dragonfly hovers like spit in slow motion near the glass, promises to fill the pane with itself like his hand, my face reflecting back at him. Half the world is still asleep, my breasts alive & waking from my shirt. Wind in circles
through grass, horses tip in its direction. Saturated circles, faces, move the muted TV screen, broadcast more loneliness: buy this property, try this exercise. A woman with hard breasts isn’t convincing. When I shift in myself, glass breaks inside me, a sky losing over half its stars, desperate dark hands
finding something else to fill it. Like hands, birds clap their wings in desperation’s applause, circling as if their species is dying out. My throat, half gastrolith, half swollen tequila, it’s not loneliness we flying things try to avoid, but in glass a painful logic, one you learn like the breast’s.
A rainbow interrupts the white cloud breasts, like mine, where once his hands lived, then destroyed. My breath against silence’s smooth glass, longing for the wisdom of a tree’s hollow, sex circle, how it endures loneliness by invitations to other survivors of this world from half
Iliana Rocha earned her Ph.D. in Literature and Creative Writing from Western Michigan University. She is currently an Assistant Professor at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. Her debut collection of poetry, Karankawa, won the 2014 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry. You can read more about Iliana Rocha and her work on her website.
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[…]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Aww!’
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The ultimate failure of the United States…will likely derive from our uncompromising belief in the things we consider unimpeachable and idealized and beautiful.
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The worst crime committed by totalitarian mindsets is that they force their citizens, including their victims, to become complicit in their crimes. Dancing with your jailer, participating in your own execution, that is an act of utmost brutality.
I’ve been listening to Azar Nafisi’s memoir which today’s quote comes from on audiobook, and I think it’s a timely read considering all the attempts at censorship which are taking place in the United States right now. For example, Gene McGee, the mayor of Ridgeland, Mississippi, is withholding $110,000 in funding from the Madison County Library System until such time as they remove all LGBTQ+-affirming content from their shelves. His personal religious beliefs are being used as the arbiter for the distribution of public tax monies, which is reprehensible. The matter is being brought before the city’s board of alderman, which will make the final decision. You can read more about the Madison County Library System’s fight to keep diverse content available to the community here.
His [McGee’s] personal religious beliefs are being used as the arbiter for the distribution of public tax monies, which is reprehensible.
On January 10th, just 17 days before Holocaust Remembrance Day, the school board of McMinn County, Tennessee voted to have Maus, Art Spiegelman’s graphic novel about the Holocaust, removed from the 8th-grade curriculum. In a statement released by the school board, they said the book was removed on the grounds “of its unnecessary use of profanity and nudity and its depiction of violence and suicide.” Art Spiegelman’s parents were survivors of the Auschwitz extermination camp, where 1.1 million people were murdered; nearly a million of the people murdered were Jews. Spiegelman’s mother later died by suicide. What do these adults expect? Shall the Holocaust be sanitized to accommodate their puritanical squeamishness? How is reading Maus any more traumatizing than the active shooter drills these children must endure?
Shall the Holocaust be sanitized to accommodate their puritanical squeamishness?
There are more examples of attempts at censorship sweeping the country. Just googling the word “censorship” will bring you up dozens of results, most of which are from incidents occurring in the past couple of years. The books which these people want to limit or remove access to are books which tell the truth about the world and about its history, a history which closely mirrors our present reality. What is that reality? A world in which the horrors of the past are silenced while the suffering of the marginalized is ignored in the present. And the world turns on: business-as-usual.
The books which these people want to limit or remove access to are books which tell the truth about the world and about its history, a history which closely mirrors our present reality.
It is important that we talk about the ideas, themes, and events in these books. It is important for our children to have access to narratives (historical and contemporary) about people with lived experiences divergent from their own. It is important that we say no every time someone tries to distort, sanitize, or artificially alter the reality of the past or the present. Our future depends on it.
It is important for our children to have access to narratives (historical and contemporary) about people with lived experiences divergent from their own.
World War II wasn’t that long ago. The concentration camps of the Nazis are not that long shut down. Anti-Jewish crimes are on the rise. Black people are still being murdered by police. We cannot afford to be silent.
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