Sparrow
» A sparrow limps past on its little bone crutch saying
I am Federico Garcia Lorca
risen from the dead–
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don’t worry.
- From Publication date, Franz Wright
Black Skin, White Masks
I do not come with timeless truths. My consciousness is not illuminated with ultimate radiances. Nevertheless, in complete composure, I think it would be good if certain things were said. These things I’m going to say, not shout. For it is a long time since shouting has gone out of my life. So very long… Why write this book? No one has asked me for it. Especially those to whom it is directed. Well? Well, I reply quite calmly that there are too many idiots in this world. And having said it, I have the burden of proving it. — Black Skin, White Masks, Frantz Fanon
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