It Went By Me something very beautiful just went by me something not to tell in words in feelings so fragile so wild something yet to tell is no longer why and when it left i can't tell. — 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 feeling and understanding require total committment. — 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" without a doubt ensures one a status of far greater weight than being "a woman of color who writes" ever does. Imputing race or sex to the creative act has long been a means by which… — Trinh T. Minh-ha Copy Share
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
