for old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. let’s do it for the love that used to be here!! it is reason enough!!
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Hello! How are you?
Anonymousmoving from one crisis to another as elegantly as I can
Toyin Ojih Odutola’s Visions of Power
.In “A Countervailing Theory,” the habit of thought that recognizes some beings and ignores others is presented to us as an element of a physical landscape, the better to emphasize its all-encompassing nature….the system is ever present and felt, but not explicitly stated. The system is fact.
How can such systems be dismantled? Surely, as Audre Lorde knew, it is not by using the master’s tools.
..We know we don’t want to be victims of history. We know we refuse to be slaves. But do we want to be masters—to behave like masters? To expect as they expect? To be as tranquil and entitled as they are? To claim as righteous our decision not to include them in our human considerations? Are we content that all our attacks on them be ad hominem, as they once spoke of us? If our first response to these portraits of black, female masters is some variation on #bowdownbitches or #girlboss, well, no one can deny the profound pleasures of role reversal, of the flipped script, but when we speak thus we must acknowledge that we can make no simultaneous claim to having put down the master’s tools. Akanke is in these images—but so is Aldo. He must be recognized. The dream of Frantz Fanon was not the replacement of one unjust power with another unjust power; it was a revolutionary humanism, neither assimilationist nor supremacist, in which the Manichaean logic of dominant/submissive as it applies to people is finally and completely dismantled, and the right of every being to its dignity is recognized. That is decolonization.
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by Mary Lambert
Dear 19-year-old self,
When they tell you that you want too much, say “I was born for this.
I love so huge. My heart is an infinite home, and I have room for you, too.”
When they tell you that you laugh too much,
tell them that your laughter is a skeleton key,
that you laugh because you’ve seen so much dying
how your breath licked the fire of its own close calls
as a 6-year-old hiding in her bed,
or in a car crash,
or underneath a man in an army barracks,
or in a lake,
or holding your mother’s pills—
You laugh because to be actually living is the most hilarious absurd joy that could
possibly exist. To laugh is to be fucking grateful.Dear 19-year-old self,
I know that the tile in front of the dishwasher feels like an answer to a puzzle,
so you lay on it most nights, chain-smoking, wishing you were in an opera or that maybe you were a ghost
Or a piece of someone else’s kitchen
Something valuable; something not girl.Dear Mary Lambert,
you did your best.
I know sometimes you feel less than human
more like an unknown planet
more like hot guilt
more like a sleep study
more like an echo of yourself
like a shadow in a doorway.Dear Mary Lambert,
There is nothing better than reaching beneath your heart and finding that it does
not end.
You are the best version of this story.
We’re all waiting for you.
wow
External imageJolene (33 R.P.M) - click for .mp3
Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.
Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner. And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence.
An already perfect song made transcendental..
Well, this changes everything.
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