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Sometimes when you are devastated you want not a reprieve but a mirror of your condition or a reminder that you are not alone in it. Other times it is not the propaganda or the political art that helps you face a crisis but whatever gives you respite from it.
— Mar 14, 2026 11:51AM
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Jen R.
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it's not cunning but obliviousness, willful or otherwise, behind so much brutality.
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Jen R.
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Writing is often treated as a project of making things, one piece at a time, but you write from who you are and what you care about and what true voice is yours and from leaving all the false voices and wrong notes behind, and so underneath the task of writing a particular piece is the general one of making a self who can make the work you are meant to make.
— Mar 15, 2026 12:53AM
Jen R.
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That storage basement had other lessons to impart: it contained some art that would probably never be shown again- paintings and other items that had seemed significant in their time but been written out of history or never written into it, odd trends and faded heroes, movements that had lost their sheen, detours from the official road of art history, a windowless room of orphans and exiles.
— Mar 15, 2026 12:47AM
Jen R.
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Night is the space in which poetic intuition, not logic, prevails, in which you feel what you cannot see
— Mar 13, 2026 09:27AM
Jen R.
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How do you walk right up to someone with an open heart and open arms amid decades of survival-by-evasion? All this menace made it difficult to stop and trust long enough to connect, but it made it difficult to keep moving too, and it seemed sometimes as though it was all meant to wall me up alone at home like a person prematurely in her coffin.
— Mar 10, 2026 04:23AM
Jen R.
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We often say silenced, which presumes someone attempted to speak [but] it wasn’t a silencing because no speech was stopped; it never started, or it had been stopped so far back I don't remember how it happened. … it didn't occur to me that I had the authority to assert myself thus or that they had any obligation or inclination to respect my assertions, or that my words would do anything but make things worse.
— Mar 10, 2026 04:19AM
Jen R.
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There are absences so profound that even knowledge of their absence is absent; there are things missing even from our lists of the missing.
— Mar 10, 2026 04:14AM
Jen R.
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More than anything I wanted transformation not of my nature but of my condition. I didn't have much of a vision of where I wanted to go, but I knew I wanted to distance myself from where I had come from. Perhaps that was not so much a matter of craving as its opposite, aversion and escape…
— Mar 08, 2026 03:07PM
Jen R.
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These elders were not in a hurry; they were country people. They kept an eye on passersby, greeting the people they knew, sometimes calling out to a child who seemed out of line to them. It was they who taught me that a conversation even between strangers could be a gift and a sport of sorts, a chance for warmth, banter, blessings, humor, that spoken words could be a little fire at which you warmed yourself.
— Mar 08, 2026 02:22PM
