Song of Solomon
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Dominion won by fear and secured by fear was still sweeter than any that could be got another way. (Except for women, whom they liked to win with charm but keep with indifference.)
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There was something else too. Guitar had placed himself willingly and eagerly in a life cause that would always provide him with a proximity to knife-cold terror. Milkman knew his own needs were milder, for he could thrive in the presence of someone who inspired fear. His father, Pilate, Guitar. He gravitated toward each one, envious of their fearlessness now, even Hagar’s, in spite of the fact that she was no longer a threat, but a fool who wanted not his death so much as his attention.
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Guitar stopped to scratch his back on a telephone pole. He closed his eyes, in either the ecstasy of relief or the rigors of concentration.
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he saw a white peacock poised on the roof of a long low building that served as headquarters for Nelson Buick.
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“How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?” Milkman asked. “Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can’t nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
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Milkman fantasized too, but not for the stationary things Guitar described. Milkman wanted boats, cars, airplanes, and the command of a large crew.
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Milkmans desire to fly. He is the peacock?
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He just wanted to beat a path away from his parents’ past, which was also their present and which was threatening to become his present as well. He hated the acridness in his mother’s and father’s relationship, the conviction of righteousness they each held on to with both hands. And his efforts to ignore it, transcend it, seemed to work only when he spent his days looking for whatever was light-hearted and without grave consequences. He avoided commitment and strong feelings, and shied away from decisions. He wanted to know as little as possible, to feel only enough to get through the day ...more
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Far down the road, a long way from Milkman and Guitar, the peacock spread its tail.
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Greed, liberation, death?
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Each thought it was the way freedom smelled, or justice, or luxury, or vengeance.
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Michael-Mary was so charmed by the sound of “Corinthians Dead,” she hired her on the spot. As she told friends later, her poetic sensibility over-whelmed her good judgment.
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A stretcher came at last for the dollbroken body (all the more doll-like because there was no blood), and finally a wheelchair for her mother, who was moving straight into labor.
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So much birth at the heels of death
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She wondered if this part of the night, a part she was unfamiliar with, belonged, had always belonged, to men.
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and she didn’t want to stay there and learn, lest it distract her from the contentment she was feeling.
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Everyone avoids the thing for peace and bliss
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If you’d been alone and told them your name they never would have hauled you in, never would have searched the car, and never would have opened that sack.
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The name here saves him or would have
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Mr. Solomon (she always called him Mr. Solomon cause he was such a dignified colored man)
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Guitar, who sat there like marble with the eyes of a dead man.
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Then right after Reba was born he came and told me outright: ‘You just can’t fly on off and leave a body,’
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A human life is precious. You shouldn’t fly off and leave
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Papa told me to, and he was right, you know. You can’t take a life and walk off and leave it. Life is life. Precious. And the dead you kill is yours. They stay with you anyway, in your mind.
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It was this woman, whom he would have knocked senseless, who shuffled into the police station and did a little number for the cops—opening herself up wide for their amusement, their pity, their scorn, their mockery, their disbelief, their meanness, their whimsy, their annoyance, their power, their anger, their boredom—whatever would be useful to her and to himself.
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What role does ego play
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“It’s not dead yet. But it will be soon. The leaves aren’t turning this year.”
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You’ve never picked up anything heavier than your own feet, or solved a problem harder than fourth-grade arithmetic. Where do you get the right to decide our lives?” “Lena, cool it. I don’t want to hear it.” “I’ll tell you where. From that hog’s gut that hangs down between your legs. Well, let me tell you something, baby brother: you will need more than that.
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The avoidance again
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First he displayed us, then he splayed us.
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When Hansel and Gretel stood in the forest and saw the house in the clearing before them, the little hairs at the nape of their necks must have shivered. Their knees must have felt so weak that blinding hunger alone could have propelled them forward.
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A grown man can also be energized by hunger, and any weakness in his knees or irregularity in his heartbeat will disappear if he thinks his hunger is about to be assuaged.
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Especially if the object of his craving is not gingerbread or chewy gumdrops, but gold.
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He was oblivious to the universe of wood life that did live there in layers of ivy grown so thick he could have sunk his arm in it up to the elbow. Life that crawled, life that slunk and crept and never closed its eyes. Life that burrowed and scurried, and life so still it was indistinguishable from the ivy stems on which it lay.
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Black experience he is divorcedfrlm with his privlege
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Birth, life, and death—each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.
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The airplane ride exhilarated him, encouraged illusion and a feeling of invulnerability.
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High above the clouds, heavy yet light, caught in the stillness of speed (“Cruise,” the pilot said), sitting in intricate metal become glistening bird, it was not possible to believe he had ever made a mistake, or could.
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These bird metaphors!
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In the air, away from real life, he felt free, but on the ground, when he talked to Guitar just before he left, the wings of all those other people’s nightmares flapped in his face and constrained him.
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Bird metaphor
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he knew he was fed up and he knew he had to leave quickly.
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Freedom via escape avoidance
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“I hope it is a rainbow, and nobody has run off with the pot, cause I need it.” “Everybody needs it.” “Not as bad as me.” Guitar smiled. “Look like you really got the itch now. More than before.” “Yeah, well, everything’s worse than before, or maybe it’s the same as before. I don’t know. I just know that I want to live my own life. I don’t want to be my old man’s office boy no more. And as long as I’m in this place I will be. Unless I have my own money. I have to get out of that house and I don’t want to owe anybody when I go. My family’s driving me crazy. Daddy wants me to be like him and ...more
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Chained by circumstances
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And black women, they want your whole self. Love, they call it,
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Buy a horn and say you want to play. Oh, they love the music, but only after you pull eight at the post office. Even if you make it, even if you stubborn and mean and you get to the top of Mount Everest, or you do play and you good, real good—that still ain’t enough. You blow your lungs out on the horn and they want what breath you got left to hear about how you love them.
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You can’t even die unless it’s about them. What good is a man’s life if he can’t even choose what to die for?”
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Hmmmmm
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“Yeah, but except for skin color, I can’t tell the difference between what the white women want from us and what the colored women want. You say they all want our life, our living life. So if a colored woman is raped and killed, why do the Days rape and kill a white woman? Why worry about the colored woman at all?” Guitar cocked his head and looked sideways at Milkman. His nostrils flared a little. “Because she’s mine.”
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So much talk of lack of freedom and ownership
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He behaves like a white man, thinks like a white man.
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Everyone in this book does
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is that voluntary slavery or not?
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