Posts tagged james baldwin.

brohogany:

We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us. - Audre Lorde #houseofbaldwin #familia #twisting | photo: Marfuh

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You don’t always like what you see in the mirror, but I did that day, since I was home and everything, once again, was up to me. This proves, I imagine, that all you ever really see in your mirror is your state of mind.

james baldwin

I guess it can’t be too often that two people can laugh and make love, too, make love because they are laughing, laugh because they’re making love. The love and the laughter come from the same place: but not many people go there.

James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk (via goldensoul)

crudamoral:

absolutely exquisite photographs of james baldwin in turkey taken from yes magazine’s spread. inspiring, indeed. what spirited and brilliant soul wants to be my travel buddy and muse? let’s live.

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In my experience—and this is a very awkward way to put it, since I don’t really know what the word experience means—the strangest people in one’s life are the people one has known and loved, still know and will always love. Here, both I and the vocabulary are in trouble, for strangest does not imply stranger. A stranger is a stranger is a stranger, simply, and you watch the stranger to anticipate his next move. But the people who elicit from you a depth of attention and wonder which we helplessly call love are perpetually making moves which cannot possibly be anticipated. Eventually, you realise that it never occurred to you to anticipate their next move, not only because you couldn’t but because you didn’t have to: it was not a question of moving on to the next move, but simply, of being present. Danger, true, you try to anticipate and you prepare yourself, without knowing it, to stand in the way of death. For the strangest people in the world are those people recognised, beneath one’s senses, by one’s soul—the people utterly indispensable for one’s journey. 

James Baldwin
"Just Above My Head"
pp. 376 - 377 

1 year ago on 11/15/12 at 08:47pm

"The trouble with a secret life is that it is very frequently a secret from the person who lives it and not at all a secret for the people he encounters. He encounters, because he must encounter, those people who see his secrecy before they see anything else, and who drag these secrets out of him; sometimes with the intention of using them against him, sometimes with more benevolent intent; but, whatever the intent, the moment is awful and the accumulating revelation is an unspeakable anguish.”

- James Baldwin
Another Country p. 199 

1 year ago on 10/05/12 at 08:22pm

thegang:

James Baldwin in Istanbul by Sedat Pakay

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