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Bluets by Maggie Nelson
4.0
I believe I will get something new out of this with every re read.
“At times I fake my enthusiasm. At others, I fear I am incapable of communicating the depth of it.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets
“It it easier, of course, to find dignity in one’s solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep my company within it? - No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink - Here you are again, and so am I.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets
“At times I fake my enthusiasm. At others, I fear I am incapable of communicating the depth of it.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets
“It it easier, of course, to find dignity in one’s solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep my company within it? - No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink - Here you are again, and so am I.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets
The Temple of My Familiar by Alice Walker
Dnf more then halfway through. I don't know why, but I will be coming back.
The Days of Abandonment by Elena Ferrante
5.0
The ferocity of this novel! The prose was so fucking yummy!
“We consummate life and lose it because in some long-ago time someone, in the desire to unload his cock inside us, was nice, chose us among women. We take for some sort of kindness addressed to us alone the banal desire for sex. We love his desire to fuck, we are so dazzled by it we think it’s the desire to fuck only us, us alone. Oh yes, he who is so special and who has recognized us as special. We give it a name, that desire of the cock, we personalize it, we call it my love.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment
“We consummate life and lose it because in some long-ago time someone, in the desire to unload his cock inside us, was nice, chose us among women. We take for some sort of kindness addressed to us alone the banal desire for sex. We love his desire to fuck, we are so dazzled by it we think it’s the desire to fuck only us, us alone. Oh yes, he who is so special and who has recognized us as special. We give it a name, that desire of the cock, we personalize it, we call it my love.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment
Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh
4.0
Oh you're a weird one moshfegh, I love it.
“When she asked the birds what to do, they answered that they didn't know anything about love, that love was a distinctly human defect which God had created to counterbalance the power of human greed.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona
“When she asked the birds what to do, they answered that they didn't know anything about love, that love was a distinctly human defect which God had created to counterbalance the power of human greed.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head by Warsan Shire
4.0
4.7 Only because I want to give this a five star on my next read.
“BLESS THE MOON
Forgive us, we blamed you
for floods, for the flush of blood,
for men who are also wolves, even
though you could pull the tide in
by her hair, we tell everyone
we walked all over you. We
blame you for the dark, as if you had
a choice, performing just beyond
the glass, distant and adored,
near but alone, cold and unimaginable
following us home. We use you
to see our blue bodies beneath
your damp light, we let you watch,
swollen against the glass as we move
against one another like fish.”
― Warsan Shire, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head: Poems
“BLESS THE MOON
Forgive us, we blamed you
for floods, for the flush of blood,
for men who are also wolves, even
though you could pull the tide in
by her hair, we tell everyone
we walked all over you. We
blame you for the dark, as if you had
a choice, performing just beyond
the glass, distant and adored,
near but alone, cold and unimaginable
following us home. We use you
to see our blue bodies beneath
your damp light, we let you watch,
swollen against the glass as we move
against one another like fish.”
― Warsan Shire, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head: Poems
Berserk Deluxe Volume 3 by Kentaro Miura
4.0
Volumes 8 & 9 are oh so spicy, disturbing and so important to the trajectry we're heading.
Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
4.0
4.7
“Well, I think home spat me out, the blackouts and curfews like tongue against loose tooth. God, do you know how difficult it is, to talk about the day your own city dragged you by the hair, past the old prison, past the school gates, past the burning torsos erected on poles like flags? When I meet others like me I recognise the longing, the missing, the memory of ash on their faces. No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. I’ve been carrying the old anthem in my mouth for so long that there’s no space for another song, another tongue or another language. I know a shame that shrouds, totally engulfs. I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel. I’m bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.”
― Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth
“Well, I think home spat me out, the blackouts and curfews like tongue against loose tooth. God, do you know how difficult it is, to talk about the day your own city dragged you by the hair, past the old prison, past the school gates, past the burning torsos erected on poles like flags? When I meet others like me I recognise the longing, the missing, the memory of ash on their faces. No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. I’ve been carrying the old anthem in my mouth for so long that there’s no space for another song, another tongue or another language. I know a shame that shrouds, totally engulfs. I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel. I’m bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.”
― Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth