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Re-direction
Soul collages made today, terrible photographs.
Hope the vibe finds you anyway!
"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."
- Albert Einstein, y’all (via shadood)
(via guerrillamamamedicine)
Love these girls.
"I have always tried to be true to myself, to pick those battles I felt were important. My ultimate responsibility is to myself. I could never be anything else."
- Arthur Ashe (via black-culture)
(via guerrillamamamedicine)
Strangely noticing an interest in the insides of my/the body. Today Barnes & Nobles devoured my being and I got lost in an anatomy physiology book. Favourite inner body literature: from a friend’s blog http://posthalcyon.wordpress.com/2012/01/06/infinite-space/ and from http://daughtersofdilla.com/post/15754355060/from-how-mavis-staples-healed-my-heart How Mavis Staples Healed My Heart by Caits Meissner Under headphones, Mavis Staples crawls into the hurting parts. She is awkward, but persistent, squeezing her round maternal body into the tiny cracks. Shimmies up the pipe of my heart. Stomps her feet against the wound. Rolls her eyes. Says, toughen up, mama, this ain’t the end of the story, yet. She holds a kettle beneath my tear ducts. Shakes her head and throws it on the stove. Beans and rice, again. She pulls out a chair from the table and wipes her hands on her apron, how you feel, child, she asks.
WHY BLACK FEMINIST ART & LITERARY PUBLICATIONS ARE NECESSARY
Because Audre Lorde said, “Your silence will not protect you.”
Because Barbara Smith said, “but some of us are brave.”
Because Toni Cade Bambara said, “The role of the revolutionary artist is to make revolution irresistible.”
Because Sylvia Wynter says our poetics is our politics is the way we make a world.
Because Anna Julia Cooper, a 19th century figure and former slave, earned a Ph.D. and wrote THE FIRST Black Feminist text, A Voice from the South.
Because Maria Miller Stewart was THE FIRST American woman of any race to serve as a public lecturer before a mixed audience of men and women, blacks and whites (proceeding the Grimke’s antislavery speeches by 5 years).
BECAUSE MANY OF YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO THESE WOMEN ARE!
Because we cannot live without our lives, our contradictions or our words.
Because we fall in love with women of color every day.
Because young Black women STILL think critically and write prophetically.
Because publications are the ONLY way to communicate and globally interact with past, present, and future Black women.
Because nearly all of the Black feminist publications of the 70s, 80s, and 90s have become extinct.
Because Black people were the ONLY people in the U.S. ever EXPLICITLY forbidden to become literate.
Because if we don’t write ourselves into history, tell our own truths and experiences, can it be said that we were even here?
I am starting a Black Feminist Art and Literary Publication. I am using the term Black to refer to those within the African Diaspora. I am concerned about our limited options. I am calling on Audre Lorde and Barbara Smith. I am calling for Black women theory, criticism, and creative literature writers. I am calling all of my sisters to come and sit at the kitchen table.
Dig this literally and ‘metaphorically’…
(via daughtersofdilla)
Read The Essential Flame by AUNG SAN SUU KYI
‘In all its might, power is less self-sufficient than passion; passion generates its own power. Passion is in itself a kind of power that is by its very nature a kinetic force.’
"Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality."
- Iris Murdoch
