hey little chickadees what’s that there? oh, just some banking buildings, fast food chains, huge supermarkets, and about a thousand or more video screens all flashing technicolor hyper-composed plastic crapwear made with synthetic materials that you can slap on smudge on or slip into
like your great-great-grandmother into her grave with her garden-soiled hands and trail-trodden feet soaked in wheat and barley
while all you little chickadees mindlessly pecked away at the bounty.
i can’t help but feel like i’m wasting my time writing papers on how hegemonic regulatory regimes, social structures, and economic systems are awful and dangerous when I could be using it to dismantle all of this bullshit
what am i supposed to do, graduate with a degree in Holy Shit What The Fuck Is This World and then just le shrug lol career doing the thing with the stuff so I can make more money to do other things with the stuff and pretend like everything is business per usual?
am i supposed to pretend like everything is fine because I was privileged enough to not experience the brunt of socioeconomic marginalization? why do we talk about poverty instead of actively challenge the system that perpetuates it? where do we even start? will we ever be able to take action that isn’t merely treating the symptoms of an ailment that is fundamentally systematic?
what I do know is that asking these questions on tumblr isn’t solving shit so I’m gonna go do my schoolwork.
Candomble is represented by the duality of a central deity alongside various other minor deities that embody essential human emotions and archetypes
Orishas Sango and Ogun in particular are especially relevant to describe the gender dynamics in Afro-Bahian culture
pg. 39 - Sango is the god of thunder (“he associates power and governance in the Age of Sango…with metaphors of marriage”); Ogun is the god of warfare and mobility (“The Age of Ogun…was marked by ‘vast human mobility and warfare, and de-emphasis on marital and kinship metaphors in the constitution of the state…Ogun fails to recognize the complimentary distinctness of the wifely role”)
Both Sango and Ogun represent masculine centers of power. Sango’s playin’ the impassioned husband, whereas Ogun’s ridin’ the warriormobile.
Women in the Age of Sango were empowered within and by their community in conjunction to their marital ties; by contrast, women in the Age of Ogun were no longer bound by the cultural expectation of marriage to a husband, for the Age of Ogun focused core social organization on male unity, thus allowing women the chance to seize autonomy in their communities in positions of economic and/or militaristic leadership.
The female Orisha Iansa is representative of “defiant, indomitable women”; her relationship with Ogun is characterized by mutual affection and companionship until the authoritative spirit of Ogun clashes one too many times with the autonomous spirit of Iansa, who then finds better companionship with Sango
pg. 41 - A woman named Lisabete shared with Hautzinger her story of how she utilized the spirit of Iansa in order to “stand up to abuse and death threats from her husband” in place of her primary Orisha Iemenja (goddess of the sea)
can i just say that i’m really fucking tired of agonizing over process of completing any writing assignment? because it’s killing me that I can’t let myself just type some bullshit out and let it be so i can move on forevermore amen until i’m done and then maybe go nit-pick afterwards but oh my GOD i seriously took about an average of 7 to 8 hours to complete each of three humanities assignments. do you know how long they were supposed to be? two of them were 2 page single-spaced and the other one was one page single-spaced.
WHO DOES THAT? I DO THAT. WHY DO I DO THAT?
people that i’m chummy with tease me about it, too, because everyone knows how al does if al ever shows up on time to do it HAR DEE HAR the joke is that I’m never on time and I never make deadlines but the joke’s on me because I’m constantly tacking off grade points in my mind every time I’m about to walk into the classroom knowing i’m five minutes late AGAIN and AGAIN and i still need to finish the essay that was due a week ago but i really ought to do the essay that’s due tomorrow but I should also send a couple emails and design an event poster and turn in this paperwork and I should call my great-grandmother because she took the time and effort to gather together all these cans of food and call my parents everyday to make sure they remember to come get them before coming up to visit even though she’s 90 years old because she loves me and she just wants to take care of her family and her garden because it fills her with meaning and carries her through the day.
and i love school because i am in love with knowledge because I want to take care of the world and everyone in it, and i’ll write the damn essay because i love writing and i love sharing what i learn and i care about my grade because grad schools care about your gpa
but i’ll be damned if i let this fucking crazy cyborg world steal away my focus on what’s truly important in life and love and death.
I strive every single day to be the best person I can be to the world around me. I try to check myself before I speak and I am constantly re-evaluating my thought process and if it meets the standard of my ethic codes. I want so badly to have love for every single person to varying degrees so that I may connect everyone together someday.
but in the goddamn day and age, it’s not even about having enemies. it’s about incredibly shallow and entitled people who don’t even bother to practice empathy. it’s about a society so fucking broken that even the people who have this idea that they want humanity to improve can’t fucking look in the goddamn mirror every once in a while.
this is about the human species evolving into the heartless robots they worship. congrats, y’all. you all fucking suck. me included.
“Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.”—Audre Lorde, "Poetry is not a Luxury," Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (1984)
“Anytime you critically examine yourself, courageously, critically, and give up a certain assumption or presupposition, give up a dogma, it’s a form of death. You’re in the process of growing and maturing. You’re in the process of developing, you’re in the process of being awakened and reborn and there is no rebirth without death.”—Cornel West lecturing at UNCA.
the only good thing that came out of charlemagne was his patronage of the arts and installation of learning centers. if only they weren’t so goddamn inextricably linked to higher socioeconomic status, maybe the way my country organizes modern education systems would be thoroughly effective. maybe my country wouldn’t be a country but still yet the land mass as it was prior to 1492 with a human civilization who had it a hell of a lot more figured out than the poops that splooshed across the Atlantic Sea and exploded into the east coast of the West.
Step 1) Realize that because you and everyone within your bracket of transmittable cohesive intelligence is only a homo sapien.
Step 2) Acknowledge the proven and potential intelligence beyond your special realm of comprehension.
Step 3) Realize that every single piece of knowledge that has constructed your reality of the world around and beyond you is only comprehensive to that limited realm of understanding.
Step 4) Realize that the social construction of “crazy” within the means to describe “delusions of grandeur” or “magical thinking” is totally valid because who the fuck even has the ultimate authority to decide if someone’s thinking isn’t ‘normal’.
Step 5) Realize that human knowledge has become the regulatory regime of valid human experiences, be they fundamentally within or beyond their logical rationale.
Step 6) Break away from your brain to stare at the WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.