‘as you are’ says the universe.
‘after…’ you answer.
‘as you are’ says the universe.
‘before…’ you answer.
‘as you are…’ says the universe.
‘how…’ you answer.
‘as you are.’ says the universe.
‘why…’ you answer.
you are happening now.
right at this moment
the thing that both keeps me alive
brings me to my knees.
you don’t even know how breathtaking you
as you are.’ says the universe through tears.
– NAYYIRAH WAHEED in “as you are | you are the prayer” in Nejma
by WARSAN SHIRE
“no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
and even then you carried the anthem under
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
go home blacks
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
or the insults are easier
than your child body
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here”
serious life goals
the endsheets for SUSAN MEISELAS‘s “médiations” JEU DE PAUME exhibition catalog
“In spite of raving nationalism [1860-70s], these men felt, the true spirit of the times was l’esprit d’internationalité. The progress of humanity went from independence to interdependence, from patriotism to international solidarity. If ‘nationalism’ served kings and dynasties, ‘internationalism’ served peoples and democracy; if the first was the driving force of polarization, the other was the best incentive to co-operation. If the one meant war, the other meant peace, if the one barracks, the other wealth.”
– DR. ARTHUR EYFFINGER
hooray for you .
“you’ve left a mark on the world if you just get through it.” – DORION COREY
“he lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within.”
– CORMAC MCCARTHY
“there are no foreign lands. it is the traveler only who is foreign.”
– ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
« leave us alone, without books, and we’d instantly trip up, get lost – we don’t know where to place our allegiance, what to hang on to; what to love and what to hate, what to respect and what to despise. we even find it difficult to be human beings- human beings with our own real flesh and blood; we’re ashamed of it, we consider it a disgrace and strive to be some kind of imaginary general type. »
– DOSTOEVSKY, notes from the underground