Warsan Shire

 
“Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”

Warsan Shire - "The birth name"

 

1996

Det här var min bästa hemsida 1996:
 

Shorelines?


Imaginary
 

Thinking thought usually amounts to withdrawing into a dimensionless place in which the idea of thought alone persists. But thought in reality spaces itself out into the world. It informs the imaginary of peoples, their varied poetics, which it then transforms, meaning, in them its risk becomes realized.

 

Culture is the precaution of those who claim to think thought but who steer clear of its chaotic journey. Evolving cultures infer Relation, the overstepping that grounds their unity-diversity.

 

Thought draws the imaginary of the past: a knowledge becoming. One cannot stop it to assess it nor isolate it to transmit it. It is sharing one can never not retain, nor ever, in standing still, boast about.

 

Repetitions

 

This flood of convergences, publishing itself in the guise of the commonplace. No longer is the latter an accepted generality, suitable and dull – no longer is it deceptively obvious exploiting common sense – it is, rather, all that is relentlessly and endlessly reiterated by these encounters. On every side the idea is being relayed. When you awaken an observation, a certainty, a hope, they are already struggling somewhere, elsewhere, in another form.


Repetition, moreover, in an acknowledged form of consciousness both here and elsewhere. Relentlessly resuming something you have already said. Consenting to an infinitesimal momentum, an addition perhaps unnoticed that stubbornly persists in your knowledge.


The difficulty: to keep this growing pile of common places from ending up as dispirited grumbling – may art provide! The probability: that you come to the bottom of all confluences to mark more strongly your inspirations.

 

Generalization

 

Recognizing, imagining, Relation.
Yet another undertaking, thoroughly disguised, of universalizing generalization?
Escape, the problems at our heels?
No imagination helps avert destitution in reality, none can oppose oppressions or sustain those who “withstand” in body or spirit. But imagination changes mentalities, however slowly it may go about this.


No matter where one is, no matter how strong the force of errantry, one can hear the mounting desire to “give-on-and-with”, to discover order in chaos or at least to guess its unlikely motivation: to develop this theory that would escape generalizations.


Poetics? Precisely this double thrust, being a theory that tries to conclude, a presence that concludes (presumes) nothing. Never one without the other. That is how the instant and duration comfort us.
Every poetics is a palliative for eternity.

 

 

Édouard Glissant. Poetics of Relation. Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press 1997, utdrag stulet från The Funambulist

 

Masimbabele


obokslutet

 
Måndag. Tillbaks i slusshuset. Åter igen efter veckor på resande fot. Och andra veckor passerade.
Så årets upptakt är här och med det dryftar sig den ena och andra att säga "summa summarum var det på det här och det här viset, på det ena och det andra sättet". På fredag säger de att det kan vara över, hela alltet. Men jag har levt livet med en rädsla att det kan vara över i morgon så varje slut på året, varje apokalyps, var ny dag är början på något nytt. En tacksamhet över att fortfarande vara i livet, att kriget inte kom idag heller. Inte där jag lever i alla fall. Tack. Men mindre tack för att det inte är allmängiltigt.

[glacier]

 
[irmelin 2012]
 

Måndag med Kyle


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