It is summer, so the little girls down the street are playing with sidewalk chalk. It is Franklinton, so what they wrote with that chalk is "hookerz go home."
I am working on my dissertation at home now since I am done teaching for the quarter, but it is summer and there are gardens and friends and potlucks and screaming neighbors and a house that needs work, and when I look outside there are homeless men pushing shopping carts and kids writing about prostitution. Using "z" instead of "s." Sigh.
I am going to read now. Or maybe I will grab some sidewalk chalk.
"creepy/sad men driving Mercedes, go home."
"lumbering our minds with literature..."
"Somewhere between prayer and revolution....:"
"This is what we were all doing, lumbering our minds with literature that only served to cloud the really vital situation spread before our eyes...I am simply smothered and sickened with advantages. It is like eating a sweet dessert the first thing in the morning. This, then, was the difficulty, this sweet dessert in the morning and the assumption that the sheltered, educated girl has nothing to do with the bitter poverty and the social maladjustment which is all around her, and which, after all, cannot be concealed, for it breaks through poetry and literature in a burning tide which overwhelms her." -Jane Addams, Twenty Years at Hull-House
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