imaginology

"... To imagine, then, was a way to begin the process of transforming reality. All that we cannot imagine will never come into being.” — bell hooks, “Narratives of Struggle"

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J. Cole - G.O.M.D (Official Video)

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😮

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Reblogging again cause everyone needs to see this.

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*applause*

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Don’t ever change, baby girl.

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She’s an entire cutie pie

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Daisy Rockwell

Guards Acrylic on wooden panel, 14” x 14”.

Bus Ride Acrylic on wooden panel, 12” x 18”.

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life

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I’m filled with a desire for clarity and meaning within a world and condition that offers neither.

Albert Camus  (via futurepharaohs)

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Then You Lost Me (2013) - Njideka Akunyili

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Police Arrested This Man 62 Times Just for Going to Work

Revisiting the story of Earl Sampson, who was stopped for “trespassing”–and the cops who paid no price for wrongly detaining him dozens of times.

Over & Over & Over & Over & Over & Over & Over & Over & Over: A Culture

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Fan Ho is one of Asia’s most beloved street photographers, capturing the spirit of Hong Kong in the 1950s and 60s. His work shows a love of people combined with unexpected, geometric constructions and a sense of drama heightened by use of smoke and light. More

Approaching Shadow, 1954. Photo: Fan Ho/AO Vertical Art Space

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Let me wear the day Well so when it reaches you You will enjoy it. - Sonia Sanchez

We venerate our ancestors and are in direct conversation with them everyday. May we relentlessly run towards freedom and when the path is gloomy they will shine the light. It is up to us to take the tools they’ve given us to forge a brighter future.

Photo by Anthony Asael

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Tal R

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Live forever.

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Think about that final line in [Frantz] Fanon’s Black Skin, White Masks: “O my body, make me always a man who questions!” I remember reading these sisters and suddenly realizing (perhaps incorrectly but it felt right to me at the time) that women-of-color writers were raising questions about the world, about power, about philosophy, about politics, about history, about white supremacy, because of their raced, gendered, sexualized bodies; they were wielding a genius that had been cultivated out of their raced, gendered, sexualized subjectivities. And what they were producing in knowledge was something that the world needed to hear in order to understand itself, that I needed to hear in order to understand myself in the world, and that no one—least of all male writers of color—should be trying to silence. To me these women were not only forging in the smithies of their body-logos radical emancipatory epistemologies—the source code of our future liberation—but also they were fundamentally rewriting Fanon’s final call in Black Skin, White Masks, transforming it into “O my body, make me always a woman who questions … my body” (both its oppressions and interpellations and its liberatory counter-strategies). To me (and many other young artists and readers) the fiction of these foundational sisters represented a quantum leap in what is called the post-colonial-slash-subaltern-slash-neocolonial; their work completed, extended, complicated the work of the earlier generation (Fanon) in profound ways and also created for this young writer a set of strategies and warrior-grammars that would become the basis of my art. That these women are being forgotten, and their historical importance elided, says a lot about our particular moment and how real a threat these foundational sisters posed to the order of things.

The Search for Decolonial Love, Part I: An Interview with Junot Díaz (via sharquaouia)

This is everything.

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Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words set things in motion. I’ve seen them doing it. Words set up atmospheres, electrical fields, charges. I’ve felt them doing it. Words conjure. I try not to be careless about what I utter, write, sing. I’m careful about what I give voice to.

Toni Cade Bambara

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