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Thomas Hardy - Neutral Tones
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
β They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wingβ¦.
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
I discovered Toni cade and read about her influential essay "on the issue of roles" while reading Bell hooks' book "ain't i a woman?"
Trying to read her essay led me to this anthology
A collection of poems ,essays and stories by black writers and activists edited and put together by Toni cade
This is said to be the very first piece of major collection where black women could speak entirely for themselves and their own struggle
The pieces in here argued that black women faced a double trap problem
"Race and gender problem"
while it was praised by many ......some civil right activists (men) criticized it fearing that the spotlight on women's right (black women) will distract people from the movement.
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It is a great deal to face a book, a script, a page, and try to tell the truth. Books told me that I was not the first person to suffer, or the first person to love, or the first person to fail.
James Baldwin
π§ Album title: Tornado
π€ Artist: The Rainmakers
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Release date: 01-01-1987
π΅ Total tracks: 10
β±οΈ Duration: 42min
πΌ Genre: Rock
π’ Label: Mercury Records
Privacy 's a great luxury Very pleasant, I agree. But you pay for luxuries People aren't moved by misfortunes they don't know about. Ignorance is insensitive bliss. In a poor street misfortune can't be hidden. Life's too public
Point Counter Point by Aldous Huxley
'It's the crowd,' After a time, I get into a panic. I feel they're crushing my soul to death. I should begin to scream if I stayed.'
Point counterpoint by Aldous Huxley
