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Jacob Lawrence - “The photographer”
“…Many years later I would have a name for this moment. The religious folk call it epiphany, the moment of realization. What I realized at that moment was not god but rather where god came from. God is one answer to our need to explain ourselves, to make sense of ourselves. But the moment you just accept yourself, then no explanation is needed and god is everything together and nothing in particular… at that moment I had to believe in something, so I believed that god was life. The urge to live is god.”
— Kalamu ya Salaam, Manhunters, Octavia’s Brood
josef albers teaching at black mountain college, 1946.
But many of us feel that since we are “Anti-Establishment” that makes us heroes. Nonsense. Most such anti-establishmentarianism is just petit bourgeois anarchism and failure to take up the responsibility intellectuals better understand they have, to actually help make life better for all of us.
After Hurricane Helene, this community network proved its strength and importance, with local businesses stepping up, too. Queer haven Rosetta’s Kitchen, for instance, became a free soup kitchen and distribution spot, while Neng Jr’s, led by transmasculine chef Silver Iocovozzi, provided hundreds of free hot meals. Firestorm Books, a cooperatively-run bookstore and trusted community space since 2008, also stepped up during the crisis, using its physical and online platforms to share reliable information and support others' creative efforts. Co-op members also transformed the space into a temporary distribution center stocked with food, hygiene products, and emergency supplies. With power and cell coverage down after the storm, people shared information through handwritten notes posted on the bookstore’s windows, which started to resemble a patchwork quilt of central information.
Basil Vaughn Soper at Yahoo, originally at them.. We Are The Relief: How Queer Appalachian Mutual Aid Showed Up After Helene
I am very alone, so this post really hits home. I think it's an important story and happy that Yahoo thinks so too.
The Fullness of Time (2008)
Dir/DoP: Cauleen Smith
"five months" by Jean Weisinger
source: The Wild Good: Lesbian Photographs and Writings on Love, edited by Beatrix Gates
Jacob Lawrence, Watchmaker, 1946 (via Hodinkee)
Albert Ayler performing under a geodesic dome on July 25,
1970.
photography: Philippe Gras/Courtesy of the artist
Sonia Sanchez, from Like the singing coming off the drums: Love Poems; “Remembering and Honoring Toni Cade Bambara”
[Text ID: “i have stored in my / blood the / memory of your voice”]
I do not think literature is the primary instrument for social transformation, but I do think it has its potency. So I work to tell the truth about people’s lives; I work to celebrate struggle, to applaud the tradition of struggle in our community… like the fact that the simple act of cornrowing one’s hair is radical in a society that defines beauty as blonde tresses blowing in the wind; … It would be dishonest, though, to end my comments there. First and foremost, I write for myself. Writing has been for a long time my major tool for self-instruction and self-development. I try to stay honest through pencil and paper. I run off at the mouth a lot. I’ve a penchant for flambyoant perforance. I exaggerate to the point of hysteria. I cannot always be trusted with my mouth open. But when I sit down with the notebooks, I am absolutely serious about what I see, sense, know. I write for the same reason I keep track of my dreams, for the same reason I meditate and practice being still— to stay in touch with me and not let too much slip by me. We’re about building a nation; the inner nation needs building, too. … I began writing in a serious way… when I got into teaching. It was a way to keep track of myself, to monitor myself. I’m a very seductive teacher, persuasive, infectious, overwhelming, irresistible. I worked hard in the classroom to teach students to critique me constantly, to protect themselves from my nonsense; but let’s face it, the teacher-student relationship we’ve been trained with is very colonial in nature. It’s fraught with dangers. The power given to teachers over students’ minds, students’ spirits, students’ development— my God! To rise above that, to insist of myself and of them that we refashion that relationship along progressive lines demanded a great deal of courage, imagination, energy, and will. Writing was a way to “hear” myself, check myself. Writing was/is an act of discovery.”
excerpts from Conversations with Toni Cade Bambara, TCB responds to the question, “What determines your responsibility to yourself and your audience?” posed in an interview by Claudia Tate, 1983
bad tats, jesus christ, lemons; everything is archival: a diagram + guide into (my) radical memory work
by Nasir Anthony Montalvo
If popular education tells us that we can not seek to educate folks by depositing information into human beings like obedient vessels, the archive will similarly be unsuccessful if there is not committed involvement and agency from all parties.
the archive can serve as a metaphorical third space and place of power. Through understanding the past and building cultural interventions radically, we build a fuller ontological understanding of the world that further divorces itself from a bourgeois lens.”
born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity
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