Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s what part of it means to be alive. But inside our heads — at least that’s where I imagine it — there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let fresh air in, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live for ever in your own private library.
“The natural #law is the self-evident truth that our #rights come from our #humanity; that we have them by virtue of our mortal existence; that they do not depend upon #government for their existence; that they do not vary as a consequence of where we are now or where our mothers were when we were born; and thus we remain fully endowed of these rights so long as we #live, wherever we go.” —Judge Andrew Napolitano
“Where do I stand on the – on the WHAT? The "Transgender Question”? Well for one thing, sir, I recall the last few usages of that particular phraseology. A group of millions is not a question – I have not yet finished speaking – not a question, but a demographic.“
"The Romans had their castrated priestesses, the Hindus their Hijras, but my god, let us take to the barricades because Uncle Al came to Thanksgiving in a skirt and pantyhose! It’s the province of rubes. Hayseed reactionaries and the worst effluvia of America’s suburban colon.”
“And Chapelle! My god, Chapelle. Embarrassing as only a true great can become in his declining years – I speak here with complete self-awareness; kindly hold your barbs – as he tires of innovation and falls back into the soporific cushion of the lowest common denominator!”
“One joke stretched until you can hear its joints popping like some poor bastard broken on the rack. "Oh my car has pronouns, I identify as a bird, I’m trans-Chinese.” The laziness of it – shameful. You should see the transgendered roast themselves; there’s true scorched earth.“
Introduction: Both Flesh and Not by Mayra Rivera, from Poetics of the Flesh
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In addition to relating poetics to modes of knowing and ways of writing, Glissant links it more broadly to being in the world. “The world’s poetic force,” he writes, “kept alive within us, fastens itself by feeling, delicate shivers, onto the rambling presence of poetry in the depths of our being.” A poetic force emerges from the world itself and links human expression to it. “The expression of this force and its way of being is what we call Relation: what the world makes and expresses of itself.” The world’s poetic force creates and expresses itself as Relation.
