Thursday, June 22, 2017

"everyone knows i am a haunting", by shivanee ramlochan, goddess...

everyone knows i am a haunting does not go gently.
it burns, slices razors through layers of self wrapped warm+tight for protection, drowns what you think you know in seas of blood, lush canefields of desecration, jungles of sadness and immortality...these poems are elemental, are of kali, ganesh, shiva, ifa, j'ouvert, obeah, sargassum, douen, soucouyant, faith, immolation, desire, teeth, hair, sinew, wings, womb, knuckles, jawbones, blood...
these poems do not let you go gently. they snatch your insides, sparking the fires of mothers, daughters, and would-be daughters deep in your belly, becoming strength to cultivate a life that knows love is a festival even on the blade of a 3line. these poems will take you to your knees, splintered with the broken pieces you salvage in the wake of shattered expectations; these poems know out-of-body as both deliverance and destruction; these poems brandish orgasms as weapons. these poems may bruise your soul but make you want to breathe inside them still, scar tissue forming against the darkness, thanking the universe for life+lessons. these poems are the tears you need to cleanse, the bush bath, the blue soap. these poems speak of their origins and ours. these poems are already in your blood and your everything is waiting to hear their song...
read.
dance.
live.

walk good.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

archiving/ideas

catching up done. now is the time; make/art/wuk.
thus, threads need archiving; more sooncome.
just because this thread too funny: change 1letter in movie title, to hilarious results, hundreds...
2different takes on feminism and the world: america made me feminist, different places/cultures treating differently with women makes certain mental response more/less necessary, depending, through exploration of being woman in different countries; and feminist science fiction's exploration of "dystopian" realities predicting the future long time...
because i been saying octopi could run the world, collection of octopi escape stories/videos.
information about this place always important to me, even trinidad+tobago crime statistics. and our local leper island, chacachacare. but always trying to remember the positive, this sweet pan piece for national geographic, hear the song of trinidad.
and closing local/regional, trini maya cozier's documentary on bajan artist sheena rose:

Sheena Rose from Maya Cozier on Vimeo.
walk good

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Wednesday, June 07, 2017

colombia, carnival, life, nah...

dread. tha' colombia trip was a fucking trip. in a surprising twist of events, my self-volunteered host, originator of the idea and instigator of the whole trip in the 1st place, turned out to be a controlling asshole, and in a complete unsurprise to anybody who know me even a little, i remained and continue to be the uncontrollable person i was when we met and entire time we spend in communication. it went very poorly, to say the least. plus the damn place was freezing the entire time because in bogota and mountainous regions like la calera (halfhour outside bogota) where i stayed, temperatures drop low enough to effectively be winter, but as a country, they have no indoor heating. none. not in homes (except fireplaces of those wealthy enough), not in stores, not in restaurants, there is no reprieve, no relief from cold, no coming home and taking off layers, ever; i wore my coat and was miserable the entire trip; tha's why ponchos+ruanas shape so: they expect other layers underneath. but...2+weeks in colombia was great! i loved being in bogota even though i was having a terrible time; i even use my cameraphone for the 1st time and take [well-captioned, if i do say so meself] photos, for the 1st time, and even think i did pretty decent. i walk all over, saw some good art and cool architecture, reach functional spanish...although, the food...sigh...just like the costa rica trip, i come back skinny, lose real weight because the food was good in theory, but kinna bland in execution; is like some latin american cuisines need an introduction to green seasoning, oui...
carnival was...well, you done see the photo [our jouvay selfie courtesy ty] and i couldn' wish for a better 20th anniversary of blue. plus nico was here for a hot 2weeks earlyseason...'twas a bes' jouvay and 3canal2017 was a bes' show. but, life...my machine hated colombia and never recovered; it blacked out on me the day after i reach and refuse resuscitation for a week then turn on again for a hot few hours before the nex weeklong blackout, then upon return home would only turn on intermittently and when it did the screen was doing weird fuckup tings, and eventually stop wuk. i have had shit-to-no machine since december, none at all from midmarch. i have been losing my little mind to frustration and dying inside over diablesse diaries lingering...but i shall not dwell. we here now. make/art/wuk.
walk good.

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