“Amomum aniseed betel cinnamon cubeb mint liquorice musk ginger clove nutmeg pepper saffron sage vanilla receive homage in turn. . . . Cries laughter sounds of falling are heard.” – Monique Wittig, Les Guerilleres (trans. David le Vay)


“Skillets, beds, patched up spare inner tubes all hanging and dangling from the ancient cars on the outside and hopeful humanity, herded and hovered on the inside, chugging on to the muck. . . . The rich black earth clinging to bodies and biting the skin like ants.”   – Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

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