The Countless Things She Served With Her Eyes

A virtual scrapbook/diary/meditation documenting writer+director Nikyatu Jusu's stream of consciousness

[girlfictions]

Mary Oliver, from Upstream: Selected Essays

[icaseybaybee]

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[m00wd]

A person raised in love and another raised in survival, will never see the world the same way.

—M00wd

[puffsaddy]

[lacetulle]

Iris van Herpen | Scarab Gown

[supremefleadon]

[widefuturesss]

We just added the text Digital Spirituality as a Technology of Resistance to the Widefuturesss library and wow! It brings up trans-humanity through the lens of Sylvia Wynter and Katherine McKittrick to describe us as complex multi-dimensional beings beyond the exclusionary white supremacist technology that is the human. Black transhumanism understands technology as a reconfiguration of nature. Additionally, spirituality is defined as a code and a tool deeper than escapism but immersion into the dynamics of life. As our digital interdependence increases, so do the possibilties for spiritualities that exist between survival, dismantling the system and resisting anti-black realities. These technologies are being made in a cycle of extraction and exploitation being comprised of minerals, lands, peoples and ecologies that have felt the weight of colonization. The supposed wireless form of the internet is highly wired in our materiality, therefore it can be a channel for otherwise. After reading this, I pose the question: how we can truly regenerate the decay through digital resistance as a vessel of our cultural possesions?

[noosphe-re]

Human beings are magical. Bios and Logos. Words made flesh, muscle and bone animated by hope and desire, belief materialized in deeds, deeds which crystallize our actualities. "It is man who brings society into being" (Fanon, 1967, p.11). And the maps of spring always have to be redrawn again, in undared forms.

Sylvia Wynter, The Pope Must Have Been Drunk, The King of Castile a Madman: Culture as Actuality, and the Caribbean Rethinking Modernity (from The Reordering of Culture: Latin America, the Caribbean and Canada : In the Hood, by Alvina Ruprecht, Cecilia Taiana)

[bluepurpleviolatte]

''Deus ex machina not only erases all meaning and emotion, it’s an insult to the audience. Each of us knows we must choose and act, for better or worse, to determine the meaning of our lives. No one and nothing coincidental will come along to take that responsibility from us, regardless of the injustices and chaos around us. You could be locked in a cell for the rest of your life for a crime you did not commit. But every morning you would still have to get up and make meaning. Do I bludgeon my brains against this wall or do I find some way to get through my days with value? Our lives are ultimately in our own hands. Deus ex machina is an insult because it is a lie.''

-Robert McKee, Story

[thepersonalwords]

“Nothing moves forward in a story except through conflict. Writers who cannot grasp this truth, the truth of conflict, writers who have been misled by the counterfeit comforts of modern life into believing that life is easy once you know how to play the game. These writers give conflict a false inflection. The scripts they write fail for one of two reasons, either a glut of banal conflict or a lack of meaningful conflict. The former are exercises in turbo special effects written by those who follow textbook imperatives to create conflict but because they’re disinterested in or insensitive to the honest struggles of life, devise overwrought excuses for mayhem. The latter are tedious portraits written in reaction against conflict itself, these writers take the pollyanna view, that life would really be nice if it weren’t for conflict. What writers at these extremes fail to realize is that while the quality of conflict in life changes as it shifts from level to level, the quantity of conflict is constant. When we remove conflict from one level of life, it amplifies ten times over on another level. When, for example, we don’t have to work from dawn to dark to put bread on the table, we now have time to reflect on the great conflict within our mind and heart or we may become aware of the terrible tyrannies and suffering in the world at large. As Jean-Paul Sartre expressed it, “The essence of reality is scarcity. There isn’t enough love in the world, enough food, enough justice, enough time in life. To gain any sense of satisfaction in our life we must go in to heady conflict with the forces of scarcity. To be alive is to be in perpetual conflict at one or all three levels of our lives.”

— Robert McKee, Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting

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invictus maneo

[mariwatchesmovies]

夢 | Dreams (1990) dir. Akira Kurosawa cine. Takao Saitō & Shôji Ueda

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Dreams (夢, Yume), 1990 - dir. Akira Kurosawa

[toiich]

Akira Kurosawa

[guernicamag]

Guernica: What is your writing routine?

Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor: In my perfect imagination, with stern discipline I rise with the first bird, salute the dawn, have a healthy breakfast of fruits, wander over to my faux-oak desk, tap the On button on my Macbook Air, acknowledge the muse, and skip into the world where the story flows over the day and into the night.

The truth, and nothing but the truth, is that dawn begins with a wrestling match with my soul and a systematic rejection of all the other useful possibilities a day offers. I make obeisance to the story, its characters, and the muse with burnt offerings. I do need to find inner tranquillity and get into a “zone” before I switch on the computer to work on a story. Only after this do I enter the story world, where I meet the characters and, together, we work through the day and night. When conditions are right, it is a simple thing to forget that time and food exist. If life’s other offerings prove more tantalizing, I succumb to temptation and go gallivanting and do all sorts of other meaningful things in the manner of most professional procrastinators.

[gaynehollander]

“She asked, Are you cruel? He answered, Would I know if I were?”

— Dust, Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor

[gaynehollander]

“That is why we roam. Because sometimes we are places, not people”

— Dust, Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor