The director's tenor was jovial, funny, and quite a bit less acerbic than I expected; inspirational, because though he cited sad truths (e.g. the school to prison pipeline for brown and black men) he also encouraged new generations of dreamers and artists to live bigger than their practical, protective folks would wish for them. It hearkens back to this recent article that has inspired me as well about San Francisco's old Chinese chasing buses:
Saturday, April 5, 2014
chase your dreams, says Spike Lee
Echoing one of my favorite songs(Sit tight-@2:28, 4:20) at the time I decided to chase my dreams in a more, say, sacrificial manner very recently (i.e. cutting off financial security from myself) it was a pleasure to see Spike Lee encourage emerging adults at today's amazing Solid Ground community building luncheon, which took place on the day Dr. King was assassinated in 1968.
The director's tenor was jovial, funny, and quite a bit less acerbic than I expected; inspirational, because though he cited sad truths (e.g. the school to prison pipeline for brown and black men) he also encouraged new generations of dreamers and artists to live bigger than their practical, protective folks would wish for them. It hearkens back to this recent article that has inspired me as well about San Francisco's old Chinese chasing buses:
The director's tenor was jovial, funny, and quite a bit less acerbic than I expected; inspirational, because though he cited sad truths (e.g. the school to prison pipeline for brown and black men) he also encouraged new generations of dreamers and artists to live bigger than their practical, protective folks would wish for them. It hearkens back to this recent article that has inspired me as well about San Francisco's old Chinese chasing buses:
no such perfect intersectional justice | why i seek POCinema
My tendency to tear everyone down for whatever way they are contributing to or indicative of racism, sexism, classism, heterosexism, etc. is complicated by the general intersections and nuances people naturally have in their personalities, associations, and tastes.
Examples:
1) Local Seattle artists of color such as Wanz are supporting, touring and making music with Macklemore, who through no fault of his own has raised my rankles (because despite his catchy songs, for many of us his Grammy wins are emblematic of white supremacy). If you just watch how different the performances at the Grammys (read:comfortable white space) were from those at the NBA All-Star Games (read:comfortable brown space), it is notable how Jay-Z, Pharrell, and other black superstars didn't seem to care at all about the Grammys and did lackluster performances, yet at the NBA All-Star games, their performances were outstandingly brilliant and confident.
2) Picasso annoys me because people praise him despite to me what seems especially considering his affairs and philandery reputation, very violent and objectifying of women--just within the visual content of some of his artwork. And yet, Spike Lee's grandmother, as I learned today--a woman of African descent taught (in a Jim Crow south, segregated school) art for fifty years, and her favorite artist was Picasso. A somewhat circular multicultural artistic influence, considering how inspired Picasso was by African sculpture.
That's collage/pastiche, baby.
3) I dislike and judge Heidegger for his Nazi associations, but love the fact that my theologian friend's spiritual awakening occurred through through Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 100 Years of Solitude, TS Eliot's The Waste Land,and Heidegger. i.e. there must be something redeeming (literally) there.
4) I am tempted to write off Bill Murray completely for stomping on a white guy dressed up as an indigenous person for a sports game. But The Royal Tenenbaums and Groundhog Day are so incredibly good, and he employs a rakish, embittered Bill Murray-ness I can relate to so perfectly in both!
5) Esther Leslie's sarcastic commentary on our shared writer-hero Walter Benjamin in her biography of his life. He was progressive and lovely in thought, yet clearly believed in male dominance/superiority in some small quips in his writings.
6) I h-h-h-hate it when snooty progressives say basically they're too good for hip-hop because it's so misogynistic, materialistic, and homophobic when they have noooo connection to or interest in the culture and have never tried, but I'm probably giving hip-hop the benefit of the doubt instead of calling those that need to be called out--I'm hesitant to judge, say, the glorification of wealth, abundance, and barbecues when it comes from a place of lack (as opposed to a Wolf of Wall Street type situation). Speaking of rap music, that reminds me of Nelly raising blood for his sister on a campus where sisters on campus were protesting his music video. He was trying to do good. They were trying to do good.
If you think about this, it's really not that complicated to think that you can love someone and they can be flawed. Art and people and the people who make art are the same in this way. But/and--as a woman of color, I love finding artists that speak to me artistically and in a way that empowers--i.e. that don't disappoint me and bring me and other marginalized groups down in some way. So, would I rather watch a film made by people of color starring people of color than your garden variety white male artistic production? Yeah, maybe. Does that make me biased against white male art? Yeah, maybe. But, can I seek art that represents me and those like me instead of passively accepting dominance by an unspoken "norm" of white straight cis maleness, in an endless vast sea of power, privilege, education, status, of said group? Um, I think so. I don't want to perpetually be invisible or at the margins of every story, because by definition I cannot be in my real life story. Why should I be relegated to the edges in my artistic endeavors and consumption?
Examples:
1) Local Seattle artists of color such as Wanz are supporting, touring and making music with Macklemore, who through no fault of his own has raised my rankles (because despite his catchy songs, for many of us his Grammy wins are emblematic of white supremacy). If you just watch how different the performances at the Grammys (read:comfortable white space) were from those at the NBA All-Star Games (read:comfortable brown space), it is notable how Jay-Z, Pharrell, and other black superstars didn't seem to care at all about the Grammys and did lackluster performances, yet at the NBA All-Star games, their performances were outstandingly brilliant and confident.
2) Picasso annoys me because people praise him despite to me what seems especially considering his affairs and philandery reputation, very violent and objectifying of women--just within the visual content of some of his artwork. And yet, Spike Lee's grandmother, as I learned today--a woman of African descent taught (in a Jim Crow south, segregated school) art for fifty years, and her favorite artist was Picasso. A somewhat circular multicultural artistic influence, considering how inspired Picasso was by African sculpture.
That's collage/pastiche, baby.
3) I dislike and judge Heidegger for his Nazi associations, but love the fact that my theologian friend's spiritual awakening occurred through through Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 100 Years of Solitude, TS Eliot's The Waste Land,and Heidegger. i.e. there must be something redeeming (literally) there.
4) I am tempted to write off Bill Murray completely for stomping on a white guy dressed up as an indigenous person for a sports game. But The Royal Tenenbaums and Groundhog Day are so incredibly good, and he employs a rakish, embittered Bill Murray-ness I can relate to so perfectly in both!
5) Esther Leslie's sarcastic commentary on our shared writer-hero Walter Benjamin in her biography of his life. He was progressive and lovely in thought, yet clearly believed in male dominance/superiority in some small quips in his writings.
6) I h-h-h-hate it when snooty progressives say basically they're too good for hip-hop because it's so misogynistic, materialistic, and homophobic when they have noooo connection to or interest in the culture and have never tried, but I'm probably giving hip-hop the benefit of the doubt instead of calling those that need to be called out--I'm hesitant to judge, say, the glorification of wealth, abundance, and barbecues when it comes from a place of lack (as opposed to a Wolf of Wall Street type situation). Speaking of rap music, that reminds me of Nelly raising blood for his sister on a campus where sisters on campus were protesting his music video. He was trying to do good. They were trying to do good.
If you think about this, it's really not that complicated to think that you can love someone and they can be flawed. Art and people and the people who make art are the same in this way. But/and--as a woman of color, I love finding artists that speak to me artistically and in a way that empowers--i.e. that don't disappoint me and bring me and other marginalized groups down in some way. So, would I rather watch a film made by people of color starring people of color than your garden variety white male artistic production? Yeah, maybe. Does that make me biased against white male art? Yeah, maybe. But, can I seek art that represents me and those like me instead of passively accepting dominance by an unspoken "norm" of white straight cis maleness, in an endless vast sea of power, privilege, education, status, of said group? Um, I think so. I don't want to perpetually be invisible or at the margins of every story, because by definition I cannot be in my real life story. Why should I be relegated to the edges in my artistic endeavors and consumption?
call and response
the response to bearing witness to massive and continued injustice is art. Trauma births beauty and shit fertilizes roses. And it feels good to channel the pathos.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
teachable moments
As a person who thirsts for justice and righteousness though imperfectly, when viewing say-small acts of prejudice and or ignorance, online or in person, you have to pick and choose your battles. Otherwise you will get crushed under the weight of the burden of teaching every ignorant thought action and deed you are witness to. Not that it's not worth trying--just know that there's a practical way to go about it without getting burned out and that generally is, choosing which moments are a time to teach and which moments are a time to trust that the prejudiced act will be encountered by another person or situation(and not take on the responsibility yourself). Learning self-care when you want to sacrifice self for others is imperative to keep on keepin' on in the struggle. A friend told me, you need to feed yourself and rest so you can get up and fight the next day (and the next one..etc.)
solidarity
When we judge one anothers' life work or intentions we undermine the solidarity and bridges we can build across cultures, politics, socioeconomics, etc. Artists and activists encountering each other: If you don't like someone's art or way they're going about their social activism, you can state it, respectfully, but don't tear them down or question their right to do things in the way they feel called to do them. Support each other while holding each other accountable for self-destructive or generally destructive methods.
Careerism and Vocation and Power
Rhyming with and riffing on thoughts from bell hooks Teaching Community: A Pedagogy of Hope, furthering one's career and prestige by climbing on top of others seems at times a hindrance to living values of love and respect for peoples' humanity. A career and accumulation of power and influence can be exciting and come with many benefits, but often at the cost of relationships based in truly mutual affirmation. If the normative way to gain success is through accumulation of wealth, power, domination, and hierarchy, I want nothing to do with it.
Here's to dreaming and pioneering even when it's outside the normative mode, coming from another immigrant kid and kindred free spirit:
"So by 30, I quit my corporate job, sold my possessions, and went traveling for three months. Three months turned into three years. I lived on organic farms and communes; I taught English at a monastery on the Burmese border; I studied Buddhism in Tibet, yoga in Indonesia, and boys in Australia. It was awesome. I was alive. And I came back to California saying things like, 'Let’s just trust the universe and let the gifts come.' And I actually meant it."
from Christy Chan on the cultural roots of ballsy aunts and uncles.
writing as poison/cure
I've been thinking of Derrida's writings on the pharmakon while recently feeling the birth pangs of writing and understanding its simultaneously poisonous and medicinal effects.
"The ‘essence’ of the pharmakon lies in the way in which, having no stable essence, no ‘proper’ characteristics, it is not, in any sense (metaphysical, physical, chemical, alchemical) of the word, a substance."
Writing is hard.
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