Ask me anything
It is a mistake to consider any belief more liberated than
another. It is the possibility of change which is important.
Every new form of liberation is destined to eventually become
another form of enslavement for most of its adherents. There is
no freedom from duality on this plane of existence, but one may
at least aspire to choice of duality.
Liberating behavior is that which increases one’s possibilities for
future action. Limiting behavior is that which tends to narrow
one’s options. The secret of freedom is not to be drawn into
situations where one’s number of alternatives becomes limited
or even unitary.
This is an abominably difficult path to tread. It means stepping
outside of one’s own culture, society, relationships, family
personality, beliefs, prejudices, opinions and ideas. It is just
these comforting chains which seem to give definition,
meaning, character, and a sense of belonging to most people.
Yet, in casting off one set of chains, one cannot avoid adopting
another set unless one wishes to live in a very reduced and
impoverished style — itself a limitation.
The solution is to become omnivorous. Someone who can
think, believe, or do any of a half dozen different things is more
free and liberated than someone confined to only one
- Liber Null (via interdome)
our tragedy begins humid.
in a humid classroom.
with a humid text book. breaking into us.
stealing us from ourselves.
one poem. at a time.
it begins with shakespeare.
the hot wash.
the cool acid. of
dead white men and women. people.
each one a storm.
crashing. into our young houses.
making us islands. easy isolations.
until we are so beleaguered and
with a definition of poetry that is white skin and
that we tuck our scalding. our soreness.
behind ourselves and
as trauma. as violence. as erasure.
another place we do not exist.
another form of exile
where we should praise. honor. our own starvation.
the little bits of langston. phyllis wheatley.
angelou during black history month. are the crumbs. are the minor boats.
that give us slight rest.
to be waterdrugged into rejecting the nuances of
my own bursting
and to have
to take my name out of my name.
out of where my native poetry lives. in me.
replace it with keats. browning. dickson. wolf. joyce. wilde. wolfe. plath. bronte. hemingway. hughes. byron. frost. cummings. kipling. poe. austen. whitman. blake. longfellow. wordsworth. duffy. twain. emerson. yeats. tennyson. auden. thoreau. chaucer. thomas. raliegh. marlowe. burns. shelley. carroll. elliot…
(what is the necessity of a black child being this high off of whiteness.)
and so. we are here. brown babies. worshipping. feeding. the glutton that is white literature. even after it dies.
(years later. the conclusion:
shakespeare is relative.
white literature is relative.
that we are force fed the meat of
that our bodies will not recognize. as inherent nutrition.
is not relative.
the hot wash, nayyirah waheed
"Hit me my thesis is due in 12 hours and I haven’t started it"
"Hit me I have a final in an hour and I didn’t study"
"Hit me I’ve been on a 24 hour drinking binge and I’m invincible"
"Hit me. You’re a university vehicle and I’ll get free tuition."
"Hit me I feel like a failure anyway"
Contributed to CBC Diversity by Adam Silvera
When writing diverse books, we’re writing about choices—and the things we can’t choose. Harry Potter could have chosen not to go to Hogwarts, but spending the rest of his youth with the incorrigible Dursleys would’ve sucked for all involved—Harry, the Dursleys, and the readers who became readers because of the boy wizard. Katniss Everdeen didn’t have to volunteer as tribute in The Hunger Games in place of Prim, but life in District 12 was bleak enough without watching someone act like her younger sister’s name wasn’t announced for a battle to the death. There are choices characters—and people—make because the alternative is simply unspeakable. But then there are the ones who don’t have a choice at all. They don’t choose to be Latino, they don’t choose mental illness, they don’t choose their sexual orientation. Who gives them a voice? I, along with many others, volunteer as tribute.