A DEEP-SWORN VOW

Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

William Butler Yeats | The Wild Swans at Coole, 1919

Juana Olga Barrios | Alison, 2006

THE FUTURE IS FEMALE | MARY LOUISE PARKER

Adding this memoir to my list.

PORTRAITS PARTY

Gouache + watercolours on a delicious, rainy Sunday ♥

Always + 4ever . . . ♥

RAIN, RAIN, RAIN

Spending the weekend WHIPPING up some new recipes from these brilliant cookbooks and knitting bébé blankets for all the bébés in my life!

PUSSY THIS

 

THE FUTURE IS FEMALE | PRISCILLA CHAN

Chan Zuckerberg Initiative | Advancing human potential and promoting equal opportunities.

EVERY DAY

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THE DAYS OF ABANDONMENT

Even if I tried to tell myself that I had given him nothing, that the children were mostly mine, that they had remained within the radius of my body, subject to my care, still I couldn’t avoid thinking what aspects of his nature inevitably lay hidden in them. Mario would explode suddenly from inside their bones, now, over the days, over the years, in ways that were more and more visible. How much of him would I be forced to love forever, without even realizing it, simply by virtue of the fact that I loved them? What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn’t die, it doesn’t want to die.

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I decided, enough pain. To the lips of their nocturnal happiness I would attach those of my revenge. I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Elena Ferrante | The Days of Abandonment

THANK YOU, SENATOR WARREN

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted!” ⠀

Yesterday, Sen. Elizabeth Warren was stopped from speaking on the Senate floor about Attorney General nominee Jeff Sessions. “I am surprised that the words of Coretta Scott King are not suitable for debate in the United States Senate,” Warren said.

And just like that, Miserable Mitch McConnell makes an enormous donation to and launches Elizabeth Warren’s presidential campaign 2020.

Read activist Coretta Scott King’s letter here.

#RESIST

THE MERGER

for my son

Trying to think of something useful
To say about marriage, I remember
A morning when I was twenty-plus,
Self-absorbed in my tinny pink
Renault Dauphine, my Little Toot,
And I tried to get by a tank-truck on
A bendy road too briefly straight.
Shuddering, pedal floored, my frivolous
Vessel leveled with the cab
Like a pilot fish by a shark’s grim grille.
Then there was a car ahead of us
And, as I tried to floor a pedal
Already on the floor, the blue
Of ice I hadn’t seen. Spinning
Toward the implacable hugeness of the cab, looking up
Into the eyes of the truckdriver, I felt
Only the sweet certainty of
Submission, call it love, as if
Already I had left myself and could look
Down with the driver’s godlike and loving
Eyes at a comical pink Dauphine
Sliding backwards down the road, then spinning
Again and into a snowbank, tilted
Against a tree. One flat tire
And a dent in the roof I pushed out myself.
I made it to work on time. Because
The truckdriver had seen the oncoming car
Before I had, had seen the patch of blue
And had slowed to let me by, I met
And married your mother, and you were born
And have grown up to meet and marry, and I
Have begun to understand the blind
Release of self to the will of another
And the answering wise, dispassionate
Restraint of the merger we call marriage.

Charles W. Pratt | The Box Marked “Some are Missing”

Juana Olga Barrios | Corsica, 2009

I AM NOT YOUR NEGRO

♦ James Baldwin for President ♦

“Baldwin changed the way I saw the world and who I thought I was as an African-American within it. He was the first writer to help me see clearly that race was a sickness that devoured both the racist and racism’s victims.”

Stephen Casmier | Did I Get James Baldwin Wrong?