The scales of justice cannot function unless the whole truth is placed upon them. Whether or not our faulty systems, set up to honor the colonizing, rich, white, and male, recognize what hangs in the balance, our souls do. It is the health of our consciousness that is weighed now. And always. In these circumstances, to feel out of balance is an honest assessment of the corruption we are weighed against. In times like these our pain, and also our numbness, is a marker of our health, not our illness.
As for me, I have been spending every night under a well-designed beanbag that’s one-sixth of my body weight, marvelling at capitalism’s ability to create a void and then to fill it, for those who have the cash.
Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
That could think of the dreamer that thought
That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God
–Frank Ocean, Seigfried (via this)
- This helpful lil graphic on continua of privilege.
- Beyoncé’s pregnant-with-twins aesthetic is hitting me in all the right spots–flowers, black royalty, Frida Kahlo vibes.
- A last minute trip to Trinidad will do the soul good.
- “There isn’t a lot we get to control in life, but once you learn a technical skill, no one can ever take that away from you!”
- Pablo Neruda’s Ode to the Artichoke:
with her basket,
looking at it, examining it
against the light as if it were an egg,
- An episode of The Splendid Table in which a Sri Lankan baker named Samantha is interviewed about her use of spice in baking + Matt Goulding discusses shokunin + Alex Stupak from our favvy Empellon al Pastor talks through his tortilla recipe.
- Bless you, Melissa McCarthy.
- The Combahee River Collective Statement, circa 1974:
Our politics initially sprang from the shared belief that Black women are inherently valuable, that our liberation is a necessity not as an adjunct to somebody else’s may because of our need as human persons for autonomy. This may seem so obvious as to sound simplistic, but it is apparent that no other ostensibly progressive movement has ever consIdered our specific oppression as a priority or worked seriously for the ending of that oppression…. We realize that the only people who care enough about us to work consistently for our liberation are us. Our politics evolve from a healthy love for ourselves, our sisters and our community which allows us to continue our struggle and work.
I think that there are writers who I don’t necessarily agree with in terms of their politics, but whose writings are sort of a baseline for how to think about certain things — V. S. Naipaul, for example. His “A Bend in the River,” which starts with the line, “The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.” And I always think about that line, and I think about his novels when I’m thinking about the hardness of the world sometimes, particularly in foreign policy, and I resist and fight against sometimes that very cynical, more realistic view of the world. And yet, there are times where it feels as if that may be true.