imamandanelson
Of course I didn’t need Ms. Adichie’s book to tell me that racism is hurtful and diversity a benefit to the culture. But I did need it to help me navigate the specifics of the pain and frustration born of institutionalized racism, because I’ve never felt that sting first hand. I’ll likely never have to.

I Need Diverse Books: BookCon, Donald Sterling, and AMERICANAH | BOOK RIOT

An excellent post about how reading diversely can open your eyes to your own privilege.

(via imamandanelson)

ellenkushner

You worry you are lacking some internal element necessary for writing anything that matters. I want you to know that, while this is a lonely suffering, you are not alone in experiencing it. Also, it can be survived.

"…I was so bogged down after so much time working in the dark that I saw the book foundering and did not know where the cracks were. The worst thing was that at this point in the writing no one could help me, because the fissures were not in the text but inside me, and only I had the eyes to see them and the heart to endure them."

American writer M. Rickert, quoting Gabriel Garcia Marquez (via ellenkushner)
"The Yarrow" - from Scottish Highlands oral tradition, presented by Alexander Carmichael
I will pluck the yarrow fair,
That more benign shall be my face,
That more warm shall be my lips,
That more chaste shall be my speech,
Be my speech the beams of sun,
Be my lips the sap of the strawberry.

May I be an isle in the sea,
May I be a hill on the shore,
May I be a star in waining of the moon,
May I be a staff to the weak,
Wound can I every man,
Wound can no man me.

"The Yarrow" - from Scottish Highlands oral tradition, presented by Alexander Carmichael

I will pluck the yarrow fair,

That more benign shall be my face,

That more warm shall be my lips,

That more chaste shall be my speech,

Be my speech the beams of sun,

Be my lips the sap of the strawberry.

May I be an isle in the sea,

May I be a hill on the shore,

May I be a star in waining of the moon,

May I be a staff to the weak,

Wound can I every man,

Wound can no man me.

Two week’s worth of book haul. Lots of great stuff came into the store, including some kids’ art books (at the bottom of the third picture). I am very intrigued by the book on African-American freemasons and the right-wing French anarchist.