As a fellow employee of NYPL, I fully endorse this message. Right on.
"You want to photograph me eating chicken?"
"Well, if I let you, I need you to help me deliver a message."
"I work at this library. And before that, I was coming here for twenty years. It’s my favorite place in the world. As many people know, the main reading room of this library is supported by seven floors of books, which contain one of the greatest research collections in the world. Recently, the library administration has decided to rip out this collection, send the books to New Jersey, and use the space for a lending library. As part of the consolidation, they are going to close down the Mid-Manhattan Library Branch as well as the Science, Industry, and Business Library. When everything is finished, one of the greatest research libraries in the world will become a glorified internet cafe. Now read that back to me."
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We are sitting here together, my digestion and I. I am reading a book and it is working away at the lunch I ate a little while ago.
— Lydia Davis “Companion” Samuel Johnson Is Indignant
It is certainly true that the larger and older the living thing is, the harder it is to know how to care for it.
— Lydia Davis “Priority” Samuel Johnson Is Indignant: Stories
We police public ‘role models,’ as though it were preferable—or possible—for any one of us to see any other exactly as she is. As though perfect example is the only one worth following. Or we worry about unrealistic expectations, the flawless body that gets more distant even as it crowds us further into a corner. Well-conceived ideals require space to take hold, but they leave space too, for the determination of some ultimate self, and for self-respect.
— Michelle Orange This Is Running For Your Life "The Dream (Girl) Is Over"
The heat inside the human body
grows, it does not know where to throw itself—for a while it knots
into will, heavy, burning, sweet, then into generosity, that longs
to take on the burdens of others, and then into mad love.
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I have eaten your scrumptious face, through
the plums of cheeks, juicy recollections
that were in your hippocampus. Remember Kool-Aid in
the icebox and how they rubied your lips? Of course you don’t
and which of us always will is, well, obvious. I’m guessing
you were probably thinking you were
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Inventory #282: The Dream Songs by John Berryman
REGARDING BAD AIM
Mercy! my father; do not pull the trigger
or all my life I’ll suffer from your anger
killing what you began.
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"There are two books in America: one for the poor and one for the rich. The poor person does a crime, and gets 40 years. A rich person gets a slap on the wrist for the same crime. They say that the poor person doesn’t want to work and the poor person just wants a handout. Well I picked cotton until I was thirteen, left Alabama and got my education in the streets of New York. I drove a long distance truck all my life and never once drew welfare, never once took food stamps either. I sent four kids to college. But they say all poor people do is sit around with a quart of beer. Look in this bag next to me. I’ve got three things in this bag next to me: a Red Bull, a Pepsi, and Draino, because my drain is clogged. But you see, even if I do everything right, I still have to play by the poor book.”
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A lot of what we experience as strength comes from knowing what to do with weakness.
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