what a wonderful world

minor - language & art

[antidotefortheawkward-art]

Thoughts on the gendering of Chinese pronouns

[smolghostings]

佢 PRONOUN MY FUCKING BELOVED

[pronouncingitwang]

[ID: A 6-panel, black and white comic. The panels are as follows:

1. The text “There is only one pronoun in Cantonese” next to that pronoun, 佢, written in grid paper.

2. White text against black. It reads, “Not neutral as in a statement. Neutral as in ‘never considered’“

3. A child on the ground, laying on their stomach with a pen in hand, in front of the paper with 佢 on it. Text next to them reads, “I think that’s part of why I didn’t consider gender much as a kid”

4. Someone wearing a qipao and two braids, drawn from the neck down. They put a hand up in a “stop” gesture at someone else’s hand, which reaches towards them from offscreen. Text reads, “But like the Mandarin 他 / the white people came / split 女 from 人”

5. Text reading “Split into 他  她” The two pronouns are written so that they form the labels of bathroom doors.

6. A person gestures forward. Blood drips from their mouth and the center of their palm. Text reads, “I gender myself in a tongue that is not my own / and taste the bitterness of colonization”

/end ID]

[engulfes]

how can any language be ‘ugly’ if it’s always also the language passed along from a mother to her child, the language of two lovers in the dark, the language of stories told by grandfathers, the language of vows and eulogies, the language of learning and singing and feeling and connection and culture… how is all of that not inherently beautiful

[vonkloecker]

carpe noctem

[coffees-and-teas]

Crow/Cree Lovers (@thunderbirdarts​, 2021) // unknown // Armor (Jennifer Hom, 2011) // Nan Goldin // The Scent of Green Papaya (Tran Anh Hung, 1993) // Mumin Jangani and Hakima Athuai for Vogue Portugal (Jack Bridgland, June 2021) Adam Styka // Bob Peak for Cosmopolitan // Gabe and Greg (Landyn Pan, 2019) // Clifford Prince King

And two i did not receive permission to post: Lee Kyutae // Bejo Bejo, 2018

[firstfullmoon]

In the late summer of 2018, an orca whale named Tahlequah swam around the Pacific Ocean carrying the corpse of her dead calf under her fin. The calf had died a few hours after its birth. Tahlequah was first spotted attempting to push it toward the edge of the Pacific Ocean between the United States and Canada before deciding to just carry the calf with her, which she did for over two weeks. Observers and scientists called it a “tour of grief.” The length of mourning was—to that point—unprecedented. It was always a question of letting go. If the whale let her calf go, it would sink to the bottom of the ocean and become a memory.  Once, I had a conversation with a poet who also lost their mother. As we charted out our shared grief, the poet told me something they had learned from another poet. “Well, we have two mothers,” they began to tell me. “The one we keep with us in our hearts, and the corpse we can’t put down.”  There is the putting down of the metaphorical corpse, and then there is the carrying of the physical, but the hesitation to part with both comes from a similar place. A mother who has lost a child carries with her not only the corpse of that child, but the potential for what that life could have been. I mourn both the actual body and the potential for the whole person it held. How much better my time in the world could have been spent with all of the once-living people I’ve loved, still here.  The drawn-out funeral, or the pictures on the wall, or the remembrances yelled into a night sky are all a part of that carrying. It is all fighting for the same message: holding on to the memory of someone with two hands and saying, I refuse to let you sink. 

— Hanif Abdurraqib, from “On Going Home as Performance,” in A Little Devil in America

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

Don't mind me just learning about AAVE.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM819pm4Q/

-fae

[haldisu]

[cosed]

smoking the shit that made rosetta stoned

[cyanide-chicken]

commission for @divinedinosaurs ~ instagram 

[flashofgod-deactivated20190121]

Eve Arnold, Horse training for the militia, Inner Mongolia, Cina, 1979.

[raidfozan]

ثنائيات

Adam Styka (1890-1959)

[hinducosmos]

Sri Ranganathaswamy Temple Srirangam, Tiruchirapalli, Tamil Nadu, India. (via Instagram: Bharat Balaji)

[unrar]

China, Shanghai 2004, Raymond Depardon.

[igmob]

Moroccan woman preparing pomegranate in Marrakesh. Photo taken by Alan Keohane

[hedgehog-moss]

I borrowed a book of poetry from the library last week and it was really nice, so I googled the author (a 50-year-old French woman) to see what else she had written, and discovered on her website that she owns horses and offers rides in the woods during which people read & discuss poetry, including ‘moonlight rides’ and themed rides centred around a particular poet or topic. Sometimes you get a glimpse into a softer world… in which someone makes a living writing and publishing poems and taking people on poetry-themed horse rides by moonlight. I was going to say “I hope she’s having a great day” but I’m sure she is.

[teconozcomascarita]

Navajo mother tying her daughter’s hair using brush, 1920. University of Wyoming, American Heritage Center

[ijaazat]

do you like this poem because it is good or did you saw a bit of it on tumblr in a web weaving post which had your fave white media

[ijaazat]

alternatively, do you like this movie because it's fun or did you think it would give you an edge over others in the non tumblr irl world

[ijaazat]

this song sucks ass but 10k people on tumblr think the lyrics are sooo sexy... so of course it's in your playlist

[ijaazat]

if everything that moves other people is also moving you, then you are all puppets. ofc, classics are classics for a reason, songs are hits for a reason, let people enjoy things boohoo, but, where' your responsibility towards art? why are you not filling your heart with things which mean something to you not because you're supposed to like them, but because it has helped you go through a night when nothing else did, it made you reaffirm your faith in love, your best friend dedicated it to you. also, don't tell me abt it i don't want to know. keep it a secret, sacred etc. respect the sanctity of your relationship with art and the world