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The Small Backs of Children QUOTES

The Small Backs of Children QUOTES

1 " She’s thinking about grief and trauma, how they can hide out inside a woman, how they can come back.
The playwright follows her eyes, until he sees what she sees.
The photographer’s framed image, the orphan girl lit up by the explosion, a girl blowing forward, a girl coming out of fire, a girl who looks as if she might blast right through image and time into the world
“I know what’s happened,” the poet says. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

2 " What she thinks and feels is this: This is a world of men. They come into your country, they invade your home, they kill your family. They turn your body into the battlefield — the territory of all violence — all power — all life and death. And we take it. We do. We keep taking it. We have lost track of the reasons we do not slaughter the world of men, but we do not. Yes, there are good men. She sees the face of her father. She sees how the filmmaker loves the writer. She sees the yet-unwritten life of the writer’s son. She sees her. . brother. Beautiful smear. But it is the world of men that creates pure destruction. And this is a truth we cannot bear: Since we bear them into the world, we cannot kill them. Cannot be done with them. Cannot exile them into oblivion. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

3 " One day the girl is taking a bath and calls out. The widow comes into the tiny bathroom and the water surrounding the girl’s legs is clouded with crimson. She slaps the girl in the face and smiles and kisses her on the cheeks. She says, “May you bloom.” The girl doesn’t flinch. The widow tells her, “This is the first language of your body. It is the word ne. When you bleed each month, as when the moon comes and goes in its journey, you leave the world of men. You enter the body of all women, who are connected to all of nature.” The girl asks, “Why is it the word ne?” The widow responds, “When you bleed, this word is more powerful than any word you could ever speak. It is a blood word. It binds you to animals and trees and the moon and the sun. Where men take blood in the world in hunting and war, women give blood. It is the word ne because it closes the room of a woman’s body to men.” The widow places her hands into the water and says, “Good. You are alive. You and I are alive. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

4 " And so, now, she runs. In her running, her mind leaves her.
And she can hear nothing but her heart, the blast making her deaf.
There is a great white silent empty in her running.
She runs. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

5 " Seventeen times against the wall or in the barn: You move or scream or say anything I will kill them all. In front of you. First I will torture them and then I will kill them. Her eyes as dead as she can make them. Her arms as limp as she can make them. Her heart as hidden as she can make it. A soldier’s cock entering the thin white flesh of a girl, into the small red cave of her, the fist of her heart pounding out be-dead, be-dead, be-dead.
Counting. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

6 " I’ve come to ask my questions. The ones my dead girl left inside me.
Is it my fault.
What happened to you.
Are you happy.
What do you want from me. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

7 " What it has meant to stay alive when my daughter did not. What it has meant to suffer a heartbeat after carrying the weight and form of her inside my body, wedged just beneath that fist-shaped muscle. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

8 " She is at a crossroads: a child’s violent will to survive lodged in her chest where her heart should be, but an utter indifference along with it. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

9 " Who are we in moments of crisis or despair? Do we become deeper, truer selves, or lift up and away from a self, untethered from regular meanings like moths suddenly drawn toward heat or light? Are we better people when someone might be dying, and if so, why? Are we weaker, or stronger? Are we beautiful, or abject? Serious, or cartoon? Do we secretly long for death to remind us we are alive? "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

10 " see the stories of women, but they are always stuck inside the stories of men. Why is that? "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

11 " How did she get here, I mean how did she really get here, what were the choices, what’s a past–she takes a long drink–what is psychological development? Is it as fucking Freudian as it sounds? She sighs the big sigh of twenty-six, wondering if we are all trapped inside identity, genetics, and narrative–some whacked-out Kafka god handwriting our unbearable little life stories. Then she thinks the American-artist thought, the rough-and-tumble kind: how can I use this? "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

12 " When you bleed, this word is more powerful than any word you could ever speak. It is a blood word. It binds you to animals and trees and the moon and the sun. Where men take blood in the world in hunting and war, women give blood. It is the word ne because it closes the room of a woman’s body to men. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

13 " Love isn't what anyone said. It's worse. You can die from it at any moment. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

14 " Any child is stronger than a mother, since the love we have for our children could kill us. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

15 " Look at this poem. How it travels down the page in lines, not sentences. How its beauty is vertical, like a body. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

16 " Do not listen to what any society tells you about the body—the body is the metaphor for all experience. A woman’s body more than any other. Like language, its beautiful but weaker sister. Look at this poem. This painting. Look at these photographs. The body doesn’t lie. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

17 " This is the first language of your body. It is the word ne. When you bleed each month, as when the moon comes and goes in its journey, you leave the world of men. You enter the body of all women, who are connected to all of nature. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

18 " how to make language go strange and vertical to make a poem. How to trust the moon. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

19 " It is not a perfect place, America. It’s simply a way out of this story. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children

20 " America, land of coupling, land of sanctioned marriage and two-person twined knots, land of tireless good-citizen living, land of the happy family, land of the free and the brave and the locked imagination, land of ignorant homeowner masses lined up in twos. "

― Lidia Yuknavitch , The Small Backs of Children