“Our bodies are garbage heaps: we collect experience, and from the decomposition of the thrown-out eggshells, spinach leaves, coffee grinds, and old steak bones out of our minds come nitrogen, heat, and very fertile soil. Out of this fertile soil bloom our poems and stories. But this does not come all at once. It takes time. Continue to turn over and over the organic details of your life until some of them fall through the garbage of discursive thoughts to the solid ground of black soil.” MindDoeStoriesBodyTurnsFallBlackDetailsBonesCoffeeHeatSoilThrownTake TimeGarbageGrindFertileSteakIt Takes TimeNitrogenSpinachFertile SoilEggshellsDecomposition Author:Natalie Goldberg
“It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets.It weepsfor the black people who think like white people.It weepsfor the Indians who think like settlers.It weepsfor the children who think like adults.It weepsfor the free who think like prisoners.Most of all, it weepsfor the cowgirls who think like cowboys.” PeopleIfsThinkingChildrenDoeHas BeensSoulBlackWhiteMagicPoetAdultsForgottenBonesPrisonerBlack PeopleDeclineContinentsCowboyWeepingBuffaloSettlersCowgirls Author:Tom Robbins
“He [liberal white person] may stand with you through thin, but not thick; when the chips are down, you'll find that as fixed in him as his bone structure is his sometimes subconscious conviction that he's better than anybody black.” MayPersonsSometimesBlackWhiteStructureConvictionBonesFixedThickSubconsciousChips Book:The Autobiography of Malcolm X Source: The Autobiography of Malcolm X
“Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within; His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace as swift as light.” LightEyeNightFatherStrongBlackLinesKnownDarknessFirePrideFineRiversHorseBonesNobleNosesHis EyesPaceGlowingEmbersDainty Author:Bryan Procter
“By speech first, but far more by writing, man has been able to put something of himself beyond death. In tradition and in books an integral part of the individual persists, for it can influence the minds and actions of other people in different places and at different times: a row of black marks on a page can move a man to tears, though the bones of him that wrote it are long ago crumbled to dust.” PeopleMenWritingMindFirstsLongHas BeensBookDifferentAbleActionMovingIndividualBlackInfluenceTearsSpeechPagesTraditionMarkIndividualityBonesDustLong AgoPersistDifferent PlaceDifferent Times Author:Julian Huxley