Perhaps distraction is a practice I learn from and with the blue clerk.
Since February 2016, my life has been scheduled around my mother’s. Waiting in hospitals. Waiting for test results. Waiting as she got chemo. Waiting in the interval between chemo sessions. Waiting during radiotherapy sessions. Waiting to see if this or that drug will cause an allergic reaction. Waiting to see if the needle has been... Continue Reading →
Water is another country. --Dionne Brand, A Map to the Door of No Return At first, the sound of water. Residence time.1 Black time. Black untime. The memory of water—the memory water has—the memory water is. We keep returning to the water. We keep being returned to the water. A face plunges into ice. Again. my... Continue Reading →
What truthtelling are you brave enough to utter and endure the consequences of your unpopular message? —Melvin Dixon I have gathered books around me—Essex Hemphill, Ceremonies; Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider; Dionne Brand, A Map to the Door of No Return; Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck; Audre Lorde, Our Dead Behind Us; Agha Shahid Ali,... Continue Reading →
Sanjeev Kumar, Ambedkar was for '(Pra)Buddh Barat', not 'Hindu Bharat' Kancha Ilaiah, Ambedkar vs. Dronacharya Tao Tao Holmes, Passports Were Once Considered Offensive Rick Perlstein, The Chicago School Julie Enszer, The Price of Labor Ann Powers, Listen to My Body Tonight
Joan Birika, A Never Ending Journey to Equality Sam Biddle, I Have No Idea what this Startup Does Faraz Talat, Explaining LGBT Politics in Punjabi Rahawa Haile, A Low and Distant Paradise Jason Diamond, Why do Cats Love Bookstores? Articles Jaffari Allen and Ryan Jobson, "The Decolonizing Generation," Current Anthropology (April 2016) I was reading something... Continue Reading →
I won't document my reading over the weekend, because that would be too onerous!
I am currently writing on the figure of the homosexual in Frantz Fanon’s Black Skin, White Masks. In truth, I’ve been writing about this figure since 1998, and I’ve yet to get a handle on it. What will eventually be written—the only thing I will be able to write—is an attempt to make something happen,... Continue Reading →
History is not kind to us we restitch it with living past memory forward into desire into the panic articulation of want without having or even the promise of getting. --Audre Lorde, “On My Way Out I Passed Over You and the Verrazano Bridge” I have been curious about selfcare/self-care/self care as it has circulated attached to Audre... Continue Reading →
A recent issue of The Black Scholar, edited by Alexander Weheliye, explores the relationship between black studies & black life. As many of the contributors argue, this relationship is about the knowledge structures and practices central to the ongoing problem of how to frame, understand, and engage the world we’ve inherited as modern, the world... Continue Reading →