Shuttling between here and (t)here, time stops.
A passing comment.
Timeless: Attached to whiteness, to the notion of the classic.
Timeless: Attached to non-whiteness, atavistic, not in time.
How to think about these two, these two moments that are so saturated with time that we deem them “timeless.” What is that point of saturation that can only be marked by its absence?
What is the time of blackness?
Which victims deserve compassion and which are playing cards? And why have we allowed ourselves to agree that being victimized is shameful? Why have we allowed shame to silence our confessions? And why do we continue to allow oppressors to triumph by shaming us for being vulnerable?
What is the shame of vulnerability?
As Leo Bersani has persisted in asking, why is there so much bottom shame among gay men?
As others and I have asked, what does the myth of the strong black woman foreclose?
What does the myth of the Kevlar-vested minority enable?
Between the pin-here-and-pricks-now
To remove oneself from an economy does not halt circulation
Increasingly, one is bundled, as at an auction, attached to what sells
Desire remains tropic, inclining
He wants to know how to turn back, get on the bus
and pay the fare
—Reginald Shepherd, “Brotherhood”
But, oh, they dance with poetry in their eyes
Whose dreamy loveliness no sorrow dims,
And parted lips and eager, gleeful cries,
And perfect rhythm in their nimble limbs.
The gifts divine are theirs, music and laughter,
All other things, however great, come after.
—Claude McKay, “Harlem”
By juxtaposing . . . Soyinka . . . thus . . . is enabled . . . paradigm . . . queer
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