L’imaginaire de mon lieu est relié à la réalité imaginable des lieux du monde, et tout inversement. L’archipel est cette réalité source, non pas unique, d’où sont sécrétés ces imaginaires : le schème de l’appartenance et de la relation, en même temps.
Glissant, Édouard, Philosophie de la Relation, Paris, Gallimard, 2009.
i must be careful about such things as these. […] of the gentle wilderness i must set the precarious words.
be careful, Ed Roberson
Related : I must be careful
10000 daffodils–a will to adorn, a proclivity for the baroque.
My garden has at least 10,000 daffodils because I wanted to redeem Wordsworth. It’s a story about being forced to memorize his poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.” So I decided that to pay homage to Wordsworth, I would plant at least 10,000 daffodils.
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Sometimes, I have friends come over and we have a daffodil party, and we recite Wordsworth and drink champagne. It’s not Wordsworth’s fault that colonial education forced us to memorize a poem about a flower that we had never seen.
Jamaica Kincaid, Harvard’s Crimson. 2017. via repeatingislands.
Beauty is not a luxury; rather it is a way of creating possibility in the space of enclosure, a radical art of subsistence, an embrace of our terribleness, a transfiguration of the given. It is a will to adorn, a proclivity for the baroque, and the love of too much.
Saidiya Hartman
a coherence in things, a stability; […] something, immune from change, and shines out in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral
Virginia Woolf
the time of evening when the women sit around telling stories with one eye on the sky, looking out for that strange white bird that perches on the tallest trees and watches them with a look that seems to want to tell them something. That they mustn’t go inside the Witch’s house, probably; that they mustn’t walk past or peek through the yawning holes that now mark its walls. A look warning them not to let their children go looking for that treasure, not to dream of going down there with their friends to rummage through those tumble-down rooms, or to see who’s got the balls to enter the room upstairs at the back and touch the stain left by the Old Witch’s corpse on the filthy mattress. To tell their children how others have run screaming from that place, faint from the stench that lingers inside, terror-stricken by the vision of a shadow that peels itself off the walls and chases you out of there. To respect the dead silence of that house, the pain of the miserable souls who once lived there.
Fernanda Melchor
Such kinship was labeled broken and immoral, and the home environment deemed unhealthy and a danger to society. Women assumed the duties of men, and men were dependent on the wages of their sisters, mothers, and wives to support families.
… taking on dependents and assuming obligations that others had abandoned or were unable to meet, yet such practices enabled survival. Flexible and elastic kinship were not a “plantation holdover,” but a resource of black survival, a practice that documented the generosity and mutuality of the poor. Saidiya Hartman
The very idea of this wild break-you-down love thrilled the young women because they imagined it as something akin to freedom, the submission enjoyed by the one who chose it, a reckless act of self-expenditure.
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They looked long and hard …, expectant and dreaming of a way out.
Wayward lives, beautiful experiments, Saidiya Hartman
