you and I are close, we intertwine; you may stand on the other side of the hill once in awhile, but you may also be me while remaining what you are and what I am not. — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
“Neither black/red/yellow nor woman but poet or writer. For many of us, the question of priorities remains a crucial issue. Being merely "a writer"… — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
It Went By Me something very beautiful just went by me something not to tell in words in feelings so fragile so wild something… — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
despite all our desperate, eternal attempts to separate, contain and mend, categories always leak. — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
Speaking, writing, and discoursing are not mere acts of communication; they are above all acts of compulsion. Please follow me. Trust me, for deep… — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
you and I are close, we intertwine; you may stand on the other side of the hill once in awhile, but you may also… — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
Home for the exile in a secular and contingent world is always provisional — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share Image
