Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo"

by Zora Neale Hurston

Those who love us never leave us alone with our grief. At the moment they show us our wound, they reveal they have the medicine.

What is a Maestrapiece? It is the feminine perspective or part of the structure, whether in stone or fancy, without which the entire edifice is a lie.

though the heart is breaking, happiness can exist in a moment, also. And because the moment in which we live is all the time there really is, we can keep going.

Life, inexhaustible, goes on.

Ours is an amazing, a spectacular, journey in the Americas. It is so remarkable one can only be thankful for it, bizarre as that may sound. Perhaps our planet is for learning to appreciate the extraordinary wonder of life that surrounds even our suffering, and to say Yes, if through the thickest of tears.

All these words from the seller, but not one word from the sold.

How does a pagan live with a Christian God?

Watermelon, like too many other gorgeous things in life, is much too fleeting.

My eyes dey stop cryin’ but de tears runnee down inside me all de time.

Dey told us to go where we feel lak goin’, we ain’ no mo’ slave.

nobody doan have no king in ’Merica soil.

we makee de Affica where dey fetch us.

When de spit goes from de mouf, it doan come back.

When de earth eats, it doan give back.

“I want to look lak I in Affica, ’cause dat where I want to be,”

De wife she de eyes to de man’s soul.

But he is full of trembling awe before the altar of the past.