#eat

If we are to be honest with ourselves, we must admit that the "Negro" has been inviting whites, as well as civil society's junior partners, to the dance of social death for hundreds of years, but few have wanted to learn the steps. They have been, and remain today - even in the most anti-racist movements, like the prison abolition movement - invested elsewhere. This is not to say that all oppositional political desire today is pro-white, but it is usually anti-Black, meaning it will not dance with death. ↗

— Frank B. Wilderson III

#blackness #marxism #orlando-patterson #race #racism

Science ask facts and religion ask faith, humans are confused between life and death. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#inspirational #life #poetry #religion #science

Look at us. We build giant highways and murderously fast cars for killing each other and committing suicide. Instead of bomb shelters we construct gigantic frail glass buildings all over Manhattan at Ground Zero, a thousand feet high, open to the sky, life a woman undressing before an intruder and provoking him to rape her. We ring Russia's borders with missile-launching pads, and then scream that she's threatening us. In all history there's never been a more lurid mass example of the sadist-masochist expression of the thanatos instinct than the present conduct of the United States. The Nazis by comparison were Eagle Scouts. ↗

— Herman Wouk

#death #ground-zero #manhattan #modernity #sadism

Life and death; there is no bridge between the two; they are stuck to each other! Death is only a step away from us, no more, only one step! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#death

Every second of everyday I still love them, and I won’t believe they are dead until I see it for myself. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#death-of-a-loved-one #love #death

..there is a lot of gray between life and death. Life isn't worth living if you aren't with the ones you love. ↗

— Melissa West

#death

Let my heiress have full rights, Live in my house, sing songs that I composed. Yet how slowly my strength ebbs, How the tortured breast craves air. The love of my friends, my enemies' rancor And the yellow roses in my bushy garden, And a lover's burning tenderness—all this I bestow upon you, messenger of dawn. Also the glory for which I was born, For which my star, like some whirlwind, soared And now falls. Look, its falling Prophesies your power, love and inspiration. Preserving my generous bequest, You will live long and worthily. Thus it will be. You see, I am content, Be happy, but remember me. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#death #dying #inheritance #death

I am a leg of the death tripod that will destroy our foes. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#science-fiction #death

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies. ↗

— Luis Alberto Urrea

#life #death

Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of years—yet that’s not much— She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base. ’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#marrige #death