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I guess I have another baby. Violet thinks we should buckle him up and take him for a walk! #thecheat #bengalcat

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Wait, what year is it? #thebay #vintagevancouver #classic #dt4life (at Hudson's Bay)

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Garden party. Patiently waiting for better weather. #yesterday #hurricaneviolet #discoivy #muddybuddyftw

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Sisters love watermelons. #hurricaneviolet #discoivy

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‘Sometimes I say to myself: I don’t know where the edges of my body are, what my shapes look like…What good are mirrors?

“The Woman Who Weeps” by Assia Djebar (via wandering-street-radio)

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It was like a secret moment in which one finds oneself in profound unity, in a movement of the self where all currents, normally so chaotic and diverse, suddenly come together, a unique flow of the soul- but also a moment in which one discovers oneself and the other at the same time.

Assia Djebar, “Children of the New World” (via be-an-epic)

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In some of my earlier books (So Vast the Prison, Algerian White, etc..) memory was often the first impulse to write, or rather the sudden urgent need to record the spontaneous testimony of someone close … Because a sudden fear seized me of seeing this shard of life, this moment of real life – with its grace, or the hollow of despair in an anonymous story, yes, sometimes fear grips me that these fragile moments of life will fade away. It seems that I write against erasure. Most often, in this flow of a past life, of desperate or brilliant experience, illuminating, a spark, shy at first, then hardened obstinacy makes me say: “this must be fixed, this should not plunge into the night, into oblivion or colorless indifference! This need to inscribe: at least it doesn´t matter if it’s me who takes the pen, or some other suddenly arising to whom I could pass the lightning glimpse (pain, rebellion, or short joy) … The important point is that when and as I write, I begin to perceive where this spark is (sometimes in a detail, from which surges emotion, sometimes in a scene or in a character lit by impulse that strengthens a powerful emotion). Assia Djebar

http://www.pwf.cz/archivy/texts/articles/assia-djebar-the-tireless-walker-of-memory_2920.html (via kutchukhanim)

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Assia Djebar was born 30 June 1936 and died 6 February 2015

Five Quotes

The word is a torch; to be held up in front of the wall of separation or withdrawal … Armed solely with the written word, our serious attention can never be distracted … And now I too seek out the rich vocabulary of love of my mother tongue …

Love, if I managed to write it down, would approach a critical point: there where lies the risk of exhuming buried cities … But my sole ambition in writing is constantly to travel to fresh pastures and replenish my water skins with an inexhaustible silence.

My father was a nobleman when he spoke his mother tongue, and a worker from the lowest class when he went over into French.

Sometimes fear grips me that these fragile moments of life will fade away. It seems that I write against erasure.

Writing in a foreign language - has brought me to the cries of the women silently rebelling in my youth, to my own true origins.

Assia Djebar was the pen name of Fatima-Zohra Imalayen, an Algerian novelist, translator and filmmaker.

by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

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For a long time, I believed writing meant dying, slowly dying, gripping to unfold a shroud of sand and silk over things that one had felt trembling and pawing the ground. A burst of laughter-frozen. The beginnings of a sob–turned into stone. Yes, for a long time I wanted to lean against the dike of memory or against the shadowy light of its other side, to be gradually penetrated by its cold, because as I wrote I recalled myself.

So Vast the Prison, Assia Djebar (via expositively)

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Your silence will not protect you.

Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (via left-nut)

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Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat

- Audre Lorde (via fuckyeahaudrelordequotes)

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“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.” –Audre Lorde

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#NowPlaying Flame (Roosevelt Remix) by Sundara Karma when tired with a non napping 5 month old and a teething 2.5 year old, dance. Plus coffee.

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Cake kid! #hurricaneviolet (at Granville Island)

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Taken with KitCam. http://kitc.am

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Freshly painted walls of our empty colourful house!! (Taken with instagram)

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Yup, I married a geek. #nerdpartyoverhere (Taken with instagram)