yes and no
yes and no
Poetic Cosmos of the Breath, 2007
The more I thought about the imperfection of words, the harder it was to write, and simple everyday conversations became somewhat frustrating and disheartening. Then I came across this poem by Emily Dickinson: “A word is dead / When it is said / Some say. / I say it just / Begins to live / That day.” This poem gave me a new perspective, and I came to a new conclusion: a conversation is not just words neatly swapped back and forth but a delicate dance. Words spin around and bounce off each other. They influence each other’s arcs; some weave into each other; some come to a halt and backpedal when they meet. Also, I saw that it is, to some degree, the misunderstanding, the slight discrepancy in each person’s understanding of the words, that gives conversations forward motion. These discrepancies catch our interest and remind us of the incredible, unimaginable diversity of our thoughts. They cause us to passionately defend our opinions and to seek out new experiences, new and greater understanding of the objects and ideas that exist in our society and of the words that describe them. I now believe that the disconnect is a gift because it is part of what makes revolutionary, unique ideas possible.
A word is a package of phonemes picked out of the nonsensical soup of sound and carved by centuries of interaction on a grand and small scale, between languages, between social classes, between individual speakers, and between thought, pen and paper. A word is not just born whole and perfect, and it is, in part, the imperfection, the ambiguity of each word, that gives it its power."
The Black body, more so of women, have stood on the opposite side of the narrow Eurocentric standards of beauty. Black hairstyles have defiantly rebelled against and even when straightened added creative magic of Blackness and Boldness.
Black hair, whether relaxed or natural, locked or shaven is beautiful. Black women are beautiful.