Peter Solarz
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shark vs the universe
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@heleninbeirut
Quiz Night victory champagne, old Ottoman houses by the sea, nighttime from my bedroom balcony, neighbor building, depressing advertising, cat in a purse!, and cheesy Beirut graffiti.
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“‘To be in the margin is to be part of the whole but outside the main body. As blackAmericans living in a small Kentucky town, the railroad tracks were a daily reminder of our marginality. Across those tracks were paved streets, stores we could not enter, restaurants we could not eat in, and people we could not look directly in the face. Across those tracks was a world we could work in as maids, as janitors, as prostitutes, as long as it was in a service capacity. We could enter that world but we could not live there. We had always to return to the margin, to cross the tracks to shacks and abandoned houses on the edge of town. There were laws to ensure our return. Not to return was to risk being punished. Living as we did - on the edge - we developed a particular way of seeing reality. We looked both from the outside in and from the inside out. We focused our attention on the center as well as on the margin.We understood both. This mode of seeing reminded us of the existence of a whole universe, a main body made up of both margin and center. Our survival depended on an ongoing public awareness of the separation between margin and center and an ongoing private acknowledgement that we were a necessary, vital part of that whole. This sense of wholeness, impressed upon our consciousness by the structure of our daily lives, provided us with an oppositional world-view - a mode of seeing unknown to most of our oppressors, that sustained us, aided us in our struggle to transcend poverty and despair, strengthened our sense of self and our solidarity.’
Though incomplete, these statements identify marginality as much more than a site of deprivation; in fact I was saying just the opposite, that it is also the site of radical possibility, a space of resistance. It was this marginality that I was naming as a central location for the production of a counter-hegemonic discourse that is not just found in words but in habits of being and the way one lives. As such, I was not speaking of a marginality one wishes to lose - to give up or surrender as part of moving into the center - but rather of a site one stays in, clings to even, because it nourishes one’s capacity to resist. It offers to one the possibility of radical perspective from which to see and create, to imagine alternatives, new worlds.”
- bell hooks, ’Choosing the Margin as a Space of Radical Openness’ from Yearnings Race, Gender and Cultural Politics (1989 )
Lebanon
Shortest February of my life. Thanks for the visit, JBow!
Malcolm X, by Gwendolyn Brooks
Original Hence ragged-Round Hence rich-robust
He had the hawk-man’s eyes. We gasped. We saw the maleness. The maleness raking out and making guttural the air And pushing us to walls.
and in a soft and fundamental hour a sorcery devout and vertical beguiled the world
He opened us— Who was a key,
Who was a man.
Love these goons, wherever in the world I find them.
Except that I'm leaving in three days for Paris and Norway.
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Thesis proposal officially submitted. Here's hoping they don't make me stick with the horrifying title I came up with 30 seconds before submitting.
Three semesters done, one - the big one - still to go. Must figure out in the next four months how to stay in Lebanon forever.
The only thing worse than reading the CIA torture report is reading about it on Haaretz.
Best email subject line I've ever received.
Happy Holidays!
Lines for Winter
by Mark Strand Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going. And you will be able for once to lie down under the small fire of winter stars. And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are.
Happy December!
“As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it-whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash.”
Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird. (via black-jaq)