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A review by moosegurl2
The Sport of Kings by C.E. Morgan
4.0
"We can snatch from the air the abstractness of numbers, adding and subtracting and making logic from magic, and because we can, we do, and we must. ... We can, from the chaos of existence, extract meanings, which do not exist. We can make ourselves philosophers and scientists and priests. We can construct our unnatural civilizations--we can, and therefore we must."
"A short time ago he'd admired northing better than the old picker he'd chased alongside. But he could see now that all these machines ran out of an obligation that was man-made; a thing without a will could run, but never race."
"What she was coming to realize, but what no woman was allowed to utter aloud, was that there was no guarantee your child would be adequate compensation for the life you gave up to have it. More and more, life looked an awful lot like a hoax perpetuated on women and designed to further men's lives at the expense of their own."
"She thought soon all the land would sound like nothing, and no one would know it had once made sounds, that small civilizations had thrived in the grass. It would never register with life again. And what was coming? Concrete. Glassed fronts and sale signs and cash registers. And with it all, people in a torrential surge, carnivorous men and women looking to smear their skin with colors and creams, to bleach their hair, to shave their hides, to cinch themselves breathless in order to think themselves beautiful."
"Nobody talks about a suicide; it grinds generations into the soil of time. That kind of dying tells a tale bigger than one man, and people ought to talk about the how and the why."
" '. . . We live in a consumptive world, where we consume more food than we need, where animals are forced to consume our cast-off poisons and the bodies of their own species, where we use more of the world's resources than is right, where we empower corporations, which consume the lives of their workers with all the blessings of our government, which grants them the same rights and recognitions historically reserved for humans by the Fourteenth Amendment--the amendment designed to guarantee slaves their status as human beings! This, my friends is consumption."
"Time is a horse you never have to whip."
" 'Listen to me, if you got the fire, then you burn! You don't throw fucking ashes on it! You don't tamp it out! ... It's better to be great and break down than to never be great at all. She knows it, I know it, and anybody with any goddamn courage knows it.' "
"The flora and the simple fauna, they had no fathers, only genetic predecessors, and because they had no fathers, they had no stories, and because they had no stories, they didn't suffer any notion of themselves. In the landscape behind his eye, Henry fashioned a prairie of purple coneflowers, lovely and indistinguishable. He imagined the absurdity of one flower asserting its singularity, its glory, yearning to stand a hard-won inch above its nearest neighbors, straining on its flimsy stalk, flailing its petals, whispering in a hoarse, pollen-choked voice, 'Me! Me! Me!' "
"He wouldn't ever forget that bleak and confusing time, when the world began to see a colored man in the body where a child still resided."
"A short time ago he'd admired northing better than the old picker he'd chased alongside. But he could see now that all these machines ran out of an obligation that was man-made; a thing without a will could run, but never race."
"What she was coming to realize, but what no woman was allowed to utter aloud, was that there was no guarantee your child would be adequate compensation for the life you gave up to have it. More and more, life looked an awful lot like a hoax perpetuated on women and designed to further men's lives at the expense of their own."
"She thought soon all the land would sound like nothing, and no one would know it had once made sounds, that small civilizations had thrived in the grass. It would never register with life again. And what was coming? Concrete. Glassed fronts and sale signs and cash registers. And with it all, people in a torrential surge, carnivorous men and women looking to smear their skin with colors and creams, to bleach their hair, to shave their hides, to cinch themselves breathless in order to think themselves beautiful."
"Nobody talks about a suicide; it grinds generations into the soil of time. That kind of dying tells a tale bigger than one man, and people ought to talk about the how and the why."
" '. . . We live in a consumptive world, where we consume more food than we need, where animals are forced to consume our cast-off poisons and the bodies of their own species, where we use more of the world's resources than is right, where we empower corporations, which consume the lives of their workers with all the blessings of our government, which grants them the same rights and recognitions historically reserved for humans by the Fourteenth Amendment--the amendment designed to guarantee slaves their status as human beings! This, my friends is consumption."
"Time is a horse you never have to whip."
" 'Listen to me, if you got the fire, then you burn! You don't throw fucking ashes on it! You don't tamp it out! ... It's better to be great and break down than to never be great at all. She knows it, I know it, and anybody with any goddamn courage knows it.' "
"The flora and the simple fauna, they had no fathers, only genetic predecessors, and because they had no fathers, they had no stories, and because they had no stories, they didn't suffer any notion of themselves. In the landscape behind his eye, Henry fashioned a prairie of purple coneflowers, lovely and indistinguishable. He imagined the absurdity of one flower asserting its singularity, its glory, yearning to stand a hard-won inch above its nearest neighbors, straining on its flimsy stalk, flailing its petals, whispering in a hoarse, pollen-choked voice, 'Me! Me! Me!' "
"He wouldn't ever forget that bleak and confusing time, when the world began to see a colored man in the body where a child still resided."