"But art and writing (and real emancipatory politics) do not give voice to the voiceless; rather, they interrupt even the inner voice of the 'voiceless', whether by suspending the inner monologue of the reader or spectator (or advocate of a political movement), or by trying, often unsuccessfully, to silence the voices-over that forcibly impose themselves in the mind of the one who, whether schizophrenic or dead, has become voiceless, anxiously wanting to scream but unable to do so." --Jalal Toufic in Towards a Foreign Likeness Bent
"LIME LIGHT
One can’t work by
lime light.
A bowlful
right at
one’s elbow
produces no
more than
a baleful
glow against
the kitchen table.
The fruit purveyor’s
whole unstable
pyramid
doesn’t equal
what daylight did."
--Kay Ryan
Baldwin’s Istanbul. (via @_ryanruby_)
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