Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.
Lucille CliftonRead
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on confronting uncomfortable truths within a family and the complexities of love and trauma.
Lucille Clifton's quote emphasizes the challenges of addressing difficult topics in family dynamics, portraying a vivid and painful imagery of familial relationships fraught with hidden issues. It invites reflection on the courage required to explore and articulate these often-ignored realities, suggesting that genuine understanding and resolution may come from those who dare to confront the past and speak their truth.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about family therapy to highlight the importance of addressing painful issues.
Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.
I am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what i love and I leave to forgive me.
You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.
won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.
blessing the boats (at saint mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that
I write from my knowledge not my lack, from my strength not my weakness. I am not interested if anyone knows whether or not I am familiar with big words, I am interested in trying to render big ideas in a simple way. I am interested in being understood not admired.
What difference is there in the color of the soul?
We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence. But they hesitate, waiting for the other fellow to make the first move-and he, in turn, waits for you.
As much as I value an union of all the states, I would not admit the southern states into the union, unless they agreed to the discontinuance of this disgraceful trade, because it would bring weakness and not strength to the union.
What a thing is and what it means are not separate, the former being physical and the latter mental as we are accustomed to believe.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
I work a lot with blind people in my spare time outside of Unilever, and I count my blessings every day.
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