“I heard so many arguments which have failed to turn the head, and which have turned enough heads to make them agree to the murder, That I came to realize that the misfortune of men is just that they did not speak the same language.”
― The plague (1947)“J’ai entendu tant de raisonnements qui ont failli me tourner la tête, et qui ont tourné suffisamment d’autres têtes pour les faire consentir à l’assassinat, que j'ai compris que tout le malheur des hommes venait de ce qu'ils ne tenaient pas un langage clair.”
― La Peste (1947)
what they did yesterday afternoon
by warsan shire
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
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I find there is nothing more lasting than longing. And it is supposed to be like that. There is a reason for that. I, perhaps secretly, hold on to that very reason, absurd as it might be; I believe in it.
—Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
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