Who is Octavia Butler

Octavia Estelle Butler (June 22, 1947 – February 24, 2006) was an American science fiction author and a multiple recipient of the Hugo and Nebula awards. In 1995, Butler became the first science-fiction writer to receive a MacArthur Fellowship.Born in Pasadena, California, Butler was raised by her widowed mother. Extremely shy as a child, Butler found an outlet at the library reading fantasy, and in writing. She began writing science fiction as a teenager. She attended community college during the Black Power movement, and while participating in a local writer's workshop, was encouraged to attend the Clarion Workshop, which focused on science fiction.

She soon sold her first stories and by the late 1970s had become sufficiently successful as an author that she was able to pursue...
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Mariawnorris: this brings to mind octavia e. butler's poem in the parable of talents: "to be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.'
Ratdaddyxl: me when my friends quote me on stuff i say in the dining hall (also this was not about any of you lovely omegaverse writers- this was about octavia butler)
Matthewmedd: another classic with a contemporary graphic novel adaptation. octavia e. butler's kindred time travels back in history with a a story about race, slavery and identity. challenging and thought-provoking read. ❤️
Acityofbooks: on page 112 of fledgling, by octavia e. butler
Pmotiger: today we're celebrating the life and legacy of octavia butler, a pioneering author who continues to inspire readers today.
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A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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