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I wrote this piece about a young woman in my program who passed away when I was studying abroad in Spain. Thank you @gabriellen_vega for your help with it. Please share this article if you get something out of it. siobhanbrier.com/675/the-girl-w…

Girl I’m bored let’s think of a new movie

Literature is humanity’s longest conversation with itself about what it means to be alive. It has been going on for thousands of years. You are not late, you are not unqualified, you are not too much or too little or too broken. Pull up a chair. This conversation was always about you.

people think writing is about being smart but actually it's about being honest which is way harder

Major scientific breakthrough

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Writing taught me that clarity is an act of courage. It's easy to stay vague. Vague is safe. Vague doesn't commit to anything.

Aunt Lena

Sometimes reading Steinbeck is like getting kicked in the chest

@prancingwhorese I’m soo antsy to get to it!!

the concept of diva @sioauthor reviewing famesick

you read virginia woolf and you think well why has anyone tried to write anything after that

what if we started critical thoughtmaxxing

Potentially the most gangster interview response in the world of literature

We’ve come a long way

This little illuminated dragon is very happy about Pretext. He's too busy having fun to care about people's "hot takes" on how "it's not that special." (This little dragon also only works on desktop right now but maybe I'll do mobile later) illustrated-manuscript.vercel.app

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poema que escribió a sus 13 años José Beláustegui, desaparecido por la dictadura.

This young lady was called Phillis because that was the name of the ship that brought her, and Wheatley, the name of the merchant who bought her. She was born in Senegal 🇸🇳. In Boston, the slave traders put her up for sale: “She's 7 years old! She will be a good mare!” She was felt naked by many hands. At thirteen, she was already writing poems in a language that was not her own. No one believed that she was the author. At twenty, Phillis was questioned by a court of eighteen so-called enlightened White men in robes and wigs. She had to recite passages from Virgil and Milton and verses from the Bible, and vow that the poems she composed were not copied. From a chair, she underwent her lengthy examination until the court approved her: she was a woman, she was Black, she was enslaved, but she was a poet. Phillis Wheatley was the first African-American writer to publish a book in the United States 🇺🇸

The more I think about this the funnier it gets