And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives. That we not hide behind the mockeries of separation that have been imposed upon us and which so often we accept as our own: for instance, “I can’t possibly teach black women’s writings—their experience is so different from mine.” Yet how many years have you spent teaching Plato and Shakespeare and Proust? Or another: “She’s a white woman, and what could she possibly have to say to me?” Or, “She’s a lesbian, what would my husband say, or my chairman?” Or again, “This woman writes of her sons and I have no children.” And all the other ways of which we rob ourselves and each other.Audre Lorde at the 1977 Modern Language Association panel on Lesbians and Literature (via queerbetweenthelines)
Whenever I’m reading fiction that I “have to” read, and I’m not enjoying it, and there’s a passage or sentence or clause that communicates something like, “the subject of this story will die, and when he does, he’ll be happy for it,” I can’t help thinking, since the author excels at dramatic irony, she would be better disposed foisting it on her characters than on her readers.
10 alternative must-see films in 2014
Tom Hardy with PUPPY in a movie adaptation of Dennis Lehane’s Boston Noir story? 2014 IS GREAT ALREADY.
We have to reblog this every time it shows up on our dash. Have to.
PUPPY IN BOSTON GETTING HUGS.