#decolonial poetry

[acyborgkitty]

"The poet is responsible for inventing newness. The newness needs words, words never heard before or used before. The poet has to invent a new language, a new tradition of communication." (p.9)

"The poet blazes a path of fire for the self. He juggles with words. He lives risking each moment." (p. 10)

"Poetry is the full act of naming." (p. 10)

"Communities are united by small actions that return the law to the people and inspire them to trust each other." (p. 13)

"Language and action are simultaneous realities. Actions create the need for verbal expression. If the action is new so must the words that express it come through as new. Newness in language grows as people do and learn things never done or learned before. The experience of Puerto Ricans on the streets of New York has caused a new language to grow: Nuyorican." (p. 15)

"There is at the edge of every empire a linguistic explosion that results from the many multilingual tribes that collect around wealth and power." (p. 15)

"Nuyorican is full of muscular expression. It is a language full of short pulsating rhythms that manifest the unrelenting strain that the Nuyorican experiences." (p. 16)

"Language breaks down easily between institutions and those laying claims on change and newfound strength." (p. 16)

"A new day needs a new language or else the day becomes a repetition of yesterday. Invention is not always a straightening up of things. Oftentimes the newness disrupts. It causes chaos. Two languages coexisting in your head as modes of expression can either strengthen alertness or cause confusion." (p. 18)

"Around existing, formally recognized languages who empires of rules grow. Rules and regulations about speech are conventions that grow (at first) as patterns of self-expression which becomes fixed in usage—so that as all of the rules and regulations that spring from street usage become established patterns, a body of "grammatical rules" will correspondingly evolve. The evolution of a grammar is slow and at first always a suspicious process for two reasons. The first ist hat a language that grows out of street experience is dynamic and erratic. There are no boundaries around it." (p. 19)

"It takes time to have disruptive, tense, informal street talk arrive at an organized respectability. Nuyorican is at its birth. English nouns function as verbs. Spanish verbs function as adjectives. Spanish and English words are made to serve the tenses of existence. Raw life needs raw verbs and raw nouns to express the action and to name the quality of experience." (p. 19)

"...we will sit and talk of our newness and how to shape it." (p. 19)

Miguel Algarín, "Introduction: Nuyorican Language" from Nuyorican Poetry ed. Miguel Algarín & Miguel Piñero.

[jinjurloaf]

Welcome II the Terrordome (1995), dir. Ngozi Onwurah

[haveyoureadthispoll]

In her debut collection of short stories, Islands of Decolonial Love, renowned writer and activist Leanne Simpson vividly explores the lives of contemporary Indigenous Peoples and communities, especially those of her own Nishnaabeg nation.

[lucaskrishnatetryriviere]

Essentially, It was about writing from the exiles, the transbords [transfers by the slave trades], the deportations and the lived experiences themselves thrown away in the plantations. Haunted by the memory, inhabited within the ancestors, it was the work of the deprived and the damned. The description of our lived experiences as slaves and indentures does not have any idyll. The dull violence of history makes the basanites of our present and the irruptions of our brief hardinesses. At the junction of faith and the cutlass, we, descendants of slaves and colonized, work in order to make a village out of the cemetery, a marronage. Ambivalence between anger and peace, saying “we” is taking the risk of a “no”, treated with fragmentations and reunions. Like the Hindus do, the malbars, We have ashes as offerings.

We have ashes as offerings, Lucas Tétry-Rivière, La Réunion, documentary, 25min, color, 2016-21, introduction text and voice by Gabriel Tétry-Rivière, trad. Samir Ammour.

[raven-runes]

the train track rattles my Nicaragua

full bodied with a hint of cacao

so said the wagon barista

the sips warm my chest but

I swear there is an aftertaste

I swear I can taste

the invisible sweat

the calloused hands of the cafetal

a colonial afterthought

the instant the dark nectar

settles in the stomach

the train track rattles my Sandinista

coughs up black streams

the sides of my cardboard cup

~Tadhg Ó hErodáin

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

The men come with their barrels and buckets and bulldozers. They come with their knives and teeth and guns. And they salt the earth down to the marrow – raze the landscape with flames that bite chunks from the sky, turning the air caustic with thick plumes of smoke. All for a little bit of metal, a slip of paper. 

Can you even remember the taste of an open sky? The sloping bend of the constellations? 

When was the last time you heard the birds sing? 

Overhead, the clouds rumble. I know you can hear it too. They shake the sky raw with rage; grief for rivers turned slick and black; grief for the pale underbelly of a fish, turned upwards and rotting in stagnant waters. The stars have all but gone out now; the moon’s turned the wrong way round. 

We pray to an empty sky and wait for the end.

[moonhedgegarden]

In shadows cast by history’s hand,

We tread a path toward promised land.

Decolonizing hearts, we strive to heal,

The wounds of then, now time to feel.

Injustice sowed, in silence wept,

Generational pain, in ourselves, it’s kept.

But in unity, we find the way,

To break the chains of colonial dismay.

With hope and love, we’ll rewrite the story,

Decolonizing hearts, in all their glory.

From stolen dreams, and stolen lands,

We reclaim our roots, and we’ll take a stand.

The tears we shed, the battles we wage,

Will turn into hope for the next generational stage.

So, let our tears be a river that cleanses the past,

As we decolonize hearts, and find freedom at last.

[hotwraithbones]

{I qualify as NINE TOTAL REALITIES}

reading from In Residuum (forthcoming: kith books ‘23) (ft a counterparts shirt ❤️). pre-order ur copy meow 🔪🔪🔪

[kamalamackerel]

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[kali-tongued]

// Majmua by Madiha Sikander for PICKUP NOTES / through 'assemblage', she weaves and connects cloves, beads and microfilaments into a curtain of many windows, the thickwarm scent of cloves reaching you long before you see it / how the colonists followed their noses towards it /

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'Naked capitalism and internationalism, sometimes masked under the guise of religion and development aid, continue to drive networks of power controlling the globe' - Madiha Sikander //

[jonnyardor]

Poetry Slam Set auf Deutsch&Englisch

Group economics, we'd advance in a peloton

Together, we could be bad but we hella dumb

Some countries as young as our parents, unlike Babylon

Tired of hunger, crossing borders was a marathon

Why should I be poetic over something so pathetic?

We have voiced feelings melodically and methodically

Our nature's dying for your craft and luxury

Like Mahagony, you decorate your homes with agony of ebony

Amusingly, all your kings are thieves, not just musically

Outta sadness birthed Rock and blues and swing,

Lamenting over Hip-Hop as it is, but you're abusing it

You killed Martin Luther King and kiss a lifeless crucifix

Cultures colonizers have not lived, but are maneuvering

Studied condescendingly by acting like they're cool with them

Mama Africa, always beloved until they're through with her

Uninvited, violently rename the World like 'turmeric'

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Accesories not guilty, principle liability

Penance not administered by priest or penitentiaries

Tyranny in streets by police, for the Bourgeoisie

For centuries, they kill as they please, uniformed mercenaries

Arresting that we're always wrong

Segregated the poor into thugs and vagabonds

Harrassed and profiled but caucasians that ran amok

Vindicated, (pardon me?) transferred the blame onto the gun

Waging abstract wars and assault concrete bodies

As long as blues kneel on necks, athletes kneel for flags

Ashes of the banner for the stars you put to death

Burning books, your mages brought dark ages back

Nothing christian bout hanging and drowning Africans

That were enslaved and tortured on every continent

Arrogance and ignorance, the trademarks of Americans

Europeans fascists, all accepted by the Pontifex

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Schere Wie Scampi (Geburtstagslied 27)

Um die Arbeit planen wir den ganzen Tag

Eine Stelle, die nicht einmal genug zahlt

Mit Kollegen, die man meistens gar nicht mag

Was ich ertrag für nen mickrigen Ertrag

Beißen in den sauren Apfel mit den Jobs

Hiobsbotschaft, doch wir war'n nie reich wie Job

Sündhaft teuer, so viel Reue für den Schrott

Bin am Steuer, in der Koje schläft mein Gott

Manche fahren Hummer, treffen sich auf Shrimp und Lobster

Haben Liebeskummer, wegen Sternchen. und Popstars

And're Städter hungern, aber essen nicht mal one star

Wasser um zu schlummern, oder voll mit Chips oder Popcorn

Ihr macht eure Arbeit doch nur richtig, wenn der Boss kommt

Arbeitsplätze nicht einmal gesichert, wenn der Boss kommt

Ihr wollt nicht Revolte, sich beschweren ist der Volkssport

Hintergeht die Träumer, Spionage ist der Volkssport

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Arbeitslos sein wird geächtet wie'n Verbrechen

Doch ich wurd gefeuert ohne Warnung wie Erbrechen

Dabei hab ich mehr geschafft als Maike, Nils und Steffen

Leistung über Land der Herkunft, habt ihr das vergessen?

Ich bestand die Probe, doch wurd rechtzeitig entlassen

So gibt's keinen Anlass, ne Begründung zu verfassen

Gespräch ist schon freundlich, gibt doch nen Briefkasten

Egal ob sie lächeln, weinen oder ausrasten

Seit der Fünften trennt die Schule in Schichten

Nach Einkünften der Familiengeschichte

Unverzüglich soll man alles berichten

Unvernünftig, auf Bewerbungen zu dichten

Arbeiterkinder sind selten auf Campi

Armut und Reichtum, die Schere wie Scampi

Fast Food schadet den Hippocampi

Suboptimal, doch vergessen den Kampf nie

Singen: Interlude/bridge

(Hitlers Kampf oder Klassenkampf

Jeden Tag Überlebenskampf

Statt Eintracht immer Wettkampf

Jesus siegte im Seelenkampf)

Überspringen Hürden wie der Klempner

Überspringen Plätze auf der Rennbahn

Nicht der Fliegenpilz macht die Champignons

Nach der Aufklärung Bücher hell wie Lampions

[Refrain] x2

Wir sind unersetzlich, ihr seid unersättlich

Unendlich Chancen, aber ihr checkt's nicht

Das sagen Ausländer, das sagen Deutsche

Wer ist schon Deutsch? Seht ihr, wie ich euch täusche

//////////

Hoffnungsvoll als Mensch, Pessimist in Politik

Niederlagen echt, die Erfolge plakativ

Schauspieler am Redepult, stets performativ

Die Naivität macht das Lügen lukrativ

Verwandte aus dem Kongo glauben an den Geldbaum

Wollen ein Visum, wären gerne Erntehelfer

Doch in Europa nicht geschätzt und doch gebraucht

Asylrecht existiert fast nur auf Spargelfeldern

Das Fluide ist so'lide, alles Starre is fra'gil

Frau Hypatia war 'klüger als Horaz und Ver'gil

Mittelmeerkul'turen ging'n zun Lernen an den Nil

Alles führt nach Rom? Weiter südlich ist mein Ziel

Atheisten hassen Jesus und Simon, den Afrikaner

Die Franzosen diffamieren pausenlos Mohammedaner

Religionsfreiheit, doch wir sehen keine Tempel

Im Land der Tempelritter klagt man über Minarette

Bewunder Louverture, und schreibe wie Dumas

Fanon ist jetzt Kanon, unsere Träume werden wahr

Franz wollte Krieg wie mit Franz Ferdinand

Bauern und Bürger, umzingelt den Staat

Schwarze Haut, doch die Masken sind weiß

Ihr redet wie Kämpfer, doch ihr dient dem Feind

Freiwillig, denn durch sein Sold wirst du reich

Und dein goldener Käfig erregt Stolz und Neid

Sie lesen Musil und Mann, hören Rap vom Muselmann

Traut ihr euch an Werke von schwarzer Hand?

Reden über Themen, wie kein anderer kann

Meine Faust erhoben und die Hand bleibt dran

Unsere Narrative öffnen nicht nur Perspektiven

Wir waren die Besiegten, als die Weissen uns bekriegten

Unser Objektiv liegt im Wohl des Kollektiv, denn

Wir sind ein Subjekt, unser Wort war stets valide

////////

Ihr tötet Yeshua, ihr tötet Musa

Mord auf Moria und Lampedusa

Ihr straft die Opfer wie damals Medusa

Söhne des Satans, Brutus und Judas

Ihr tötet Yeshua, ihr tötet Musa

Mord auf Moria und Lampedusa

Ihr straft die Opfer wie damals Medusa

Söhne des Satans, Brutus und Judas

Verse

Polizei, patrolliert,auf Verdacht, in Zivil

Nach der langen Schicht, sichtbar uniformiert

Weil wir protestier'n, Schlachterei'n subventioniert

Seehofer dementiert, dass Paarhufer profilier'n

Die meiste Zeit in Vierteln der Migrantisierten

Netter zu Kartoffeln, sogar kriminalisierten

Unhöflich und knapp, wenn du karamellisiert bist

Unrecht am Schwarzen wurde bagatellisiert

Deutsche bleiben Nazis, darum lieben sie Persil

Arbeiten sehr gern, doch nicht hart oder viel

Ausländer tragen immer noch eure (Wirtschaft)

Doch erwarten nicht mehr, eure Gast-(wirtschaft)

Rache ist Blutwurst, Metzger aufs Schafott

Weisse haben Angst vor dem Tag des Zorns

Stürmen die Regierung und behalten ihre Jobs

Schwarze sind im Knast oder starben wegen Joints

Ihr tötet Yeshua, ihr tötet Musa

Mord auf Moria und Lampedusa

Ihr straft die Opfer wie damals Medusa

Söhne des Satans, Brutus und Judas

Zivilcourage heißt in Deutschland gaffen

Während Weiße Schwarze schlagen und beleidigen als Affen

Die einen zücken Handys und die anderen Waffen

"Hast du schon gesehen" statt "Ich musste etwas machen"

Bruder will nur weisse Frau'n mit schwarzem Kleidungsstil

Nein er liebt doch alle Arten Blackfish POC

Warum wollen sie keine Frauen, die so aussehen wie sie?

Selbsthass steigert ungesunden Sexualtrieb

Hlt die Backen, meine Frau ist mein Happy End

Verkaufst dich unter Wert, als Affäre am Weekend

Für sie bin ein Mensch und kein maskuliner Fetisch

Verstehst du: Manche Dates denken echt eklig

Hast es schon kapiert doch du willst es ignorier'n

Willst den Lifestyle nicht ver'lier'n, auch wenn er dich rui'niert

Die zwei Geister auf den Schultern brauchst du nicht zu konsultier'n

Dein Gewissen hat 'Recht, doch dein Fleisch trium'phiert

--

Ihr tötet Yeshua, ihr tötet Musa

Mord auf Moria und Lampedusa

Ihr straft die Opfer wie damals Medusa

Söhne des Satans, Brutus und Judas

Ihr tötet Yeshua, ihr tötet Musa

Mord auf Moria und Lampedusa

Ihr straft die Opfer wie damals Medusa

Söhne des Satans, Brutus und Judas

[Bonus]

3.Last Checkpoint In Heaven

Bible times and today, there's a difference

Mussolini isnt Caesar or Berlusconi

Israel isn't asking Jesus about taxes

Their ideal messiah frees them and then occupies others

Temple knights are still here

Dark ages are still here

You can infiltrate their minds like entire industries

Even get the fakes profit off the sympathy

I dont need this platform, I got pen and paper

Take down this post, call me one of your haters

Oprah of states, Obama was greater

In our anticipation, we found out later

Where are the "all lives matter" people when Gaza's in flames?

Where are the "jew haters" when it's payday?

Where are the critical thinkers when you watch Western news?

Hadid got shadowbanned and she's more known than you

Do you think God loves to see bloodshed on Holy Land

By those who wont even acknowledge Him or The Son,

And his african jewish siblings

And Samaritan with hearts of Gold

Dont you know that white people are not to be trusted

Even with a hat they are full of cap

The most oppressed Karens have the most gunpower

Pick a side, are you white or what?

They own too much to get to New Jerusalem

Because they gain this world for the price of their soul

May the Children of Ishmael rest in eternal peace,

This world is meant to be visited for a short time

Even if others sadly cut your time short even more

Others pick up where you left the fight

Freedom belongs to all my family, demonized and vilified just like me by white supremacy in their lunacy

No more red roofs or stars with red threads

The real ones will reunite before the Lord

Last checkpoint in Heaven

Poem by Jonny Ardor,

a christian (gentile believer in Yeshua)

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

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🍉 None of us are free until all of us are free. 🏳️‍🌈

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of january

christian wiman hard night: "the ice storm"

timothy donnelly hymn to life

randall jarrell the complete poems: "the lost world"

dana levin the living teaching

stuart dybeck brass knuckles: "the knife-sharpener's daughter"

kofi awoonor the promise of hope: new and selected poems: "lament of the silent sisters"

bruce snider ode to a dolly parton drag queen

jon pineda birthmark: "translation"

brenda shaughnessy interior with sudden joy: "dear gonglya"

franny choi hangul abecedarian

atsuro riley hutch

clark moore strikes and gutters

jenny xie eye level: "rootless"

alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"

tim seibles mosaic

anthony hecht an offering for patricia

harry matthews cool gales shall fan the glades

robert glück the word in us: lesbian and gay poetry of the next wave: "burroughs"

albert goldbarth the poem of the little house at the corner of misapprehension and marvel

george seferis collected poems (george seferis): "spring a.d."

alberto ríos a small story about the sky

sharmila voorakkara for the tattooed man

robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "the truth is laughter 10"

robert pinsky gulf music: "antique"

henri cole blackbird and wolf: "twilight"

paul violi likewise: "in praise of idleness"

ron padgett collected poems: "what are you on?"

meena alexander birthplace with buried stones: "lychees"

sara borjas decolonial self-portrait

valerie martínez absence, luminescent: "the reliquaries"

kathryn simmonds the visitations: "in the woods"

kofi

[radical-revolution]

"One of the most persistent and sticky habits of perception that has possessed those of us gestated in modern civilizations is: we tend to see things as separate from each other; we see things as bounded and atomized.

I see the strategy of separation as an attempt to create safety, permanence, fixity, for once and for all, to name things in a final way. That’s the modern impulse. But you run into trouble when things like what’s happening today start to crop up.

We are slowly coming to terms with a world that is more entangling, more relational, and more processual than our modern habits of seeing can allow us to notice or appreciate.

We are not so different from our technologies as modernity would have us believe we are. In shaping computers, we are shaped by computers. In participating in networks, we are conducting and performing emotional labor and shaping ourselves.

It means that we think, act, behave, see, want, yearn, practice, perform, and do things with the world and with others. The presumption that we act as individuals is already being haunted by the idea of an entangled world.

My work in thinking about climate change through the prism of Indigenous realities, poetry, and entanglement, is basically to note that we need to find the places of power with which we might respond to something that is beyond us. We are responding in the machine, and the machine is tired and exhausted.

Slowing down is not a function of speed. It is a function of awareness, and I don’t want to make awareness a mental construct. It’s a function of presence.

So, when I invite slowing down, I invite us to research and to perform research into the ancestral tentacularities that precede us. I’m asking us to touch our bodies, and touch our colonial bubbles.

I’m asking us to listen, to witness, to ‘with-ness’; to be with land, and community, and ancestor, and progeny, and children in a way that isn’t instrumental.

Activism is increasingly instrumental, meaning it’s a form of power that is tied to the logic and algorithm of the status quo. This makes activism, even in the search for justice, a creature of the status quo, which renders hope and justice, as ironic as that sounds, a creature of the things we’re trying to leave behind.

To slow down is to hack the machine, like we’re taking on other forms of body that allow us to penetrate into different kinds of realities—other worlds.

What if rest is listening to one’s Elders? What if rest is dreaming? What if working is playing?

The university structure is one example of a colonial imposition that sees study and learning as only one thing; university tells you that if you’re not studying in some disciplinary manner, then you’re not studying. But what if having a conversation with a friend is a form of study?

Rest is decolonial in its relational entanglements with a capitalist structure. I don’t want to see it as a binary thing: rest vs. non-rest. I want to move outside that binary altogether, and create fugitive communities where rest takes on new meanings altogether. I don’t know what that is—only in the performance of it can we speak about it, and that’s just fine."

~ Bayo Akomolafe

Text source: Dr. Bayo Akomolafe on Slowing Down in Urgent Times https://atmos.earth/dr-bayo-akomolafe-on-slowing-down-in-urgent-times/

[lucaskrishnatetryriviere]

Nous avons des cendres pour offrandes, La Réunion, documentaire, 25min, couleur, 2016-21, photo de tournage (2019).

[muchadoaboutlearning]

Updated Introduction

hey there welcome to my studyblr! can't believe i started this blog during covid to get through my undergrad but i just graduated college and a lot has changed and that's why an updated introduction

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i am eni

i completed my ba in literature and arts (joint major) with a history minor from india in summer 2024 and wrote my undergrad thesis on goncharov phenomenon and tumblr fandom culture

i will start grad school in fall 2024 to pursue ma cultural studies in europe

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academic interests: fan culture, meme studies, digital cultures, new media, ecoanxiety, cultural memory and heritage, decolonialism, queer media studies, early modern south asian history

non academic interests: reading, writing poetry, watching movies and media, visual art (both traditional and digital), cooking, shitposting on tumblr, recently picked up crocheting as well