“i need one year.
the dogs of whiteness.
to devour me.”
– the year (the unrelent), in Nejma by Nayyirah Waheed
“…the ultimate expression of sovereignty resides, to a large degree, in the power and the capacity to dictate who may live and who must die.”
Mbembe, A. (2003). Necropolitics. Public Culture, 15(1), pp. 11-40.
“But as we come more into touch with our own ancient, non-european consciousness of living as a situation to be experienced and interacted with, we learn more and more to cherish our feelings, and to respect those hidden sources of our power from where true knowledge and, therefore, lasting action comes.
At this point in time, I believe that women carry within ourselves the possibility for fusion of these two approaches so necessary for survival, and we come closest to this combination in our poetry. I speak here of poetry as a revelatory distillation of experience, not the sterile word play that, too often, the white fathers distorted the word poetry to mean – in order to cover a desperate wish for imagination without insight.”
-“Poetry is Not a Luxury,” Sister Outsider, Audre Lorde
“Just tell me one thing. What are you doing not in your country right now? Why did you run off to America, Darling Nonkululeko Nkala, huh? Why did you just leave? If it’s your country, you have to love it to live in it and not leave it. You have to fight for it no matter what, to make it right. Tell me, do you abandon your house because it’s burning or do you find water to put out the fire? And if you leave it burning, do you expect the flames to turn into water and put themselves out? You left it, Darling, my dear, you left the house burning and you have the guts to tell me, in that stupid accent that you were not even born with, that doesn’t even suit you, that this is your country?”
-in “Writing on the Wall,” We Need New Names, NoViolet Bulawayo