Cine (Taken with Cinemagram)
“The militia concentrated the illegals in this manner so that if the Germans caught an illegal and demanded an explanation, the Judenrat could excuse itself: ‘We know all about these scum. We’re only rounding them up so as to turn them over in batches to the Gastapo.’”
-House of Dolls
Also, if you google the word “deportation” you may be surprised to find old images from Germany along with deportations happening right now.
Moving from one vestibule to the next was extraordinary, especially if the steam was already so thick that we couldn’t see each other. Then we would open the door and head into the chamber with the divan, where everything was clear, and behind us, like the filaments of a dream, clouds of steam slipped by and quickly disappeared.
She’s applying her lipstick; I’ve always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas
The Sun, The Moon,The Stars
I went to a charity event a few weeks back, not just to be charitable but to get close to an author I admire: Jennifer Egan. She, and two other writers, were to entertain us with a reading of their work; Egan read a story published in the New Yorker, the science fiction issue, which I remember clearly because it was in that issue that I read Junot Diaz’s work for the first time. Either way,
I saw this gentleman at a diner not long ago, and I regret not asking for an autograph.
I did. Which took longer than it should’ve but is that enough? What if the words don’t get splashed onto the white page? What if I have nothing to say? I guess, this is a start. So if my calculations are right,
I want to stand up for something
of value to me & others alike
I want to fight the system, to stand
in the front of the line &
not behind the brave ones.
I want to stop waiting for others
to fix what’s wrong.
I want to be brave, to fight, to piss off
people in charge
of me, of my basic rights.
I want a voice, loud enough to be heard over there
where you stand now, listening
to me whine, and yap, and want
things that are within reach if you’re willing to give up
the fear that traps you like a box;
a box full of standards made-up by others
not like you nor I