Dancing Queen

We express ourselves in many physical ways, just a few to mention are art, dance, writing and the theater. I have never been a dancer. When I was younger, my father would always tell me that I had no rhythm and couldn’t dance (he wasn’t being mean, he was simply stating the obvious). I am an artist but definitely not a dancer.

Before Mark Broomfield’s class, Doctor McCoy had told us to wear comfortable clothes that we could move around in. This caught my attention very quickly. I was hoping we weren’t going to have to do push-ups and jumping jacks. When the weekend ended and I walked into class that Monday afternoon, I was caught off guard with the idea we were going to dance. I had always loved to dance but only in private or at parties where no one would pay much attention to my horrible dancing.

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Possession of reality

According to The America Play by Suzan-Lori Parks, withholds two definitions ” 1. the action or fact of possessing or the condition of being possessed. 2. the holding or having of something as one’s own, or being inhabited and controlled by a demon or spirit.”

Parks explains how she possesses her writing and who she writes for. Her answer was herself. Her second answer is the question, “Who am I?” To me, I understood this to be that she writes for an audience who reflect herself and her own experiences as an African-American woman and her past. I was able to relate The America Play to Toni Morrison’s book The Bluest Eye and her explanation about why the book was written and how it was written in the Afterward of the book. Toni Morrisons states, “With very few exceptions, the initial publication of The Bluest Eye was like Pecola’s life: dismissed, trivialized, misread.”

The Bluest Eye is an African-American fiction book written to prove that the book Dick and Jane: fun with dick and jane does not represent the perfect family and in most cases whether black or white, the book proposes a story that is unrealistic unless you come from a middle-class family, with a perfect home and perfect parents. Toni Morrison possesses her writing by sharing an experience that may not be hers exactly but, there are experiences that she can relate to and actually understand, which is why she did not write for a specific audience but for herself. Suzan-Lori Parks also says, “Through each line of text I’m rewriting the Time Line— creating history where it is and always was but has not yet been divined.”

In The Bluest Eye, Morrison has the exact same setup. She rewrites a story that doesn’t exactly exist but in a way has existed. She incorporates scattered experiences and historical realities that still prove another fiction book that is supposed to be doing the same thing.

When I say, “doing the same thing,” I mean that Dick and Jane was written to propose a reality; but it does not. It is not relatable for any ethnic group and children who grow up under different financial circumstances. Even without the topic of social class and ethnicity, it does not represent all families because Dick and Jane’s parents play with them and seem perfect. Realistically with or without money, being or not being white, there is no such thing as a perfect household. Rather, the book proposes a household and family that you can aspire to live and be like but does not exist. The Bluest Eye, on the other hand, is a fiction book that proposes a reality that has existed for African American children and in some circumstances, other ethnic groups throughout history as well. 

Just as Parks “creates a history where it is and always was…” Morrison creates a history where it is and always was and still is. Racism still exists and many Americans still their lives just as Pecola lived, feeling “dismissed, trivialized, misread.” Morrison possesses her writing by relating it to herself and for those who relate to her and Pecola’s experiences.

Jump In!

Oh, how we love to listen but not have others know we are listening. Hey, we all do it sometimes, but why?

Growing up in New York City I was fortunate enough to be a short train ride away from many plays on Broadway. Interestingly enough, I never read a play until I stopped watching plays. Before I read A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry, I had gone to Broadway about 3 times where I had the opportunity to experience Matilda, BRING IT ON, and The Christmas Spectacular. And while there is a big difference between reading and watching a play, we seem to have the same role each time: the fly on the wall.

Thinking about a discussion we had in class in regards to Suzan-Lori Parks, The America Play, where we discuss the fly on the wall and “the splat“. For those who are unsure, the fly on the wall refers to when one would like to hear what will be said, or see what will happen while not being noticed. So as the audience we tend to be the fly on the wall. However, imagine sitting through a play and during an act, one of the actors looks at you straight in the eyes. As the audience we are sure our role is to stay as an audience member and not interact with the actors, or “the splat” (being caught, interacting with the actors) happens.

One other way to look at this is to that of being on a glassboat; it allows you to watch the sea creatures below you without having to get into the water. While looking at this in terms of plays i think we as passengers do not want the sea creatures to notice us. However, are we not invading their space? We are watching them, tracking  their moves, and we somehow expect them to not notice?

Considering other scenarios where we can be a passenger and others are the sea creatures can be those in which those who are not oppressed view the oppressed. For example, there may be a group of White people sitting on a glass boat. They observe how the Black community is being oppressed, but how can the Black community communicate that with them with the boat in the way. Of course, it is important to recognize these problems (being able to see them through the glass) but that is not enough. Why can we not simply submerge ourselves in the water and see the problem in order to get an actual sense of what it is rather than just getting the surface view of the problem. We do not enjoy being caught. We know that the big shark (oppression) is coming for the fish (Black community) so we rather tell ourselves, “Yes, there is a problem” but now what?

I know it might be scary to jump out of the boat or to  be the fly on the wall. But the risk is still there whether you jump in the water or you do not. Look under your feet, the shark is there.

 

Life is us Constantly Improvising

We are always and constantly improvising; improvisation is one of the ways we experience, grow, and how we survive and how the people of our history have survived—to improvise is to create from almost nothing, read your environment, and ride the process.

Steve Prince: Sow

Improvisation is an especially important part of expression in art and music, as many witnessed Steve Prince whom emphasized the process and showed us his improvisatory sketch of our classmate Amina—there was even an excellent display of improvisation between Steve Prince and Herb Smith and his Freedom Trio at the end of the Urban Garden project in the SUNY Geneseo Kinetic Gallery. Steve Prince understands the power of art and improvisation, this is especially the case since he is from New Orleans, a city of jazz and improvisation and a storyteller, aware of the difficulties people have struggled with in the United States. One particular moment I would bring up is the story Steve Prince told during the Kitchen Talk, of his grandmother hiding his mother under her dress—this was the inspiration for the six-legged woman in his piece Sow. Continue reading “Life is us Constantly Improvising”

Competition Among Underrepresented Groups

Recently Dr. McCoy took some time to address the class regarding the potential harm our words can have, even unintentionally, and wrote the following quote by Susan Lori Parks on the board: “Words are spells in our mouths.” This made me think  in several different directions, but my mind first went to something I’ve been thinkING about for the majority of the semester. In fact, I was originally going to use the following anecdote in my first blog post, but I hadn’t really fully developed my thoughts as the situation had just occurred at the time of my first post. To quote myself from that first blog post, “Disenfranchised peoples are, to this day, at war with one another to be the most downtrodden.” I definitely still believe this to be the case, and I have still not come to any real conclusion as to why this is besides chalking it up to human error. That is, human beings, in my experience, have an innate tendency to compare one another and often assume that they have it worse than anyone else.

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White Psychology…and Course Concepts?

In some further reading suggested by Dr. McCoy one a prior post of mine, titled “Intellectual humility: the importance of knowing you might be wrong“, written by Brian Resnick, I found more engaging content than I could fit into my last post alone, so for those of you following what I write, consider this a continuation, but down a different road. The main thought striking me now about this article is this: in psychology, there are many who encounter evidence that disproves foundational psychological knowledge when those foundations are studied rigorously. Why are the psychologists responding with comments like this: “I will stand by that conclusion for the rest of my life, no matter what anyone says” when their research comes under scrutiny? My thought on course concepts pertain to Suzan-Lori Parks’ The America Play And Other Works and Ron Eglash’s African Fractals who discuss “repetition and revision” (8) and “fractals”(3)  respectively. These concepts relate to an idea of going back over what we already think we know to achieve a deeper understanding of the concept in greater detail, which I believe to be intellectually responsible. I think that the quoted psychologist, who isn’t named, could pick up a few beneficial notes from our class. As a note of caution to myself, though: I don’t know this psychologist, nor their study, nor the study that is proving them wrong, but I think the concept fits more than just a single case study. Continue reading “White Psychology…and Course Concepts?”

Lost in Space, Episode 1: The One Where I Need to Tell Everyone I Studied Abroad

“I just wanted to make sure our people hadn’t floated away… but I took a walk around and it looked like everyone was tucked in tight.” ~Wendy S. Walters, “Lonely in America”

When I was abroad, my best friend from home visited me, flying in a week before the program ended. She arrived at my dorm frazzled and mildly discombobulated from a day of travel and navigating a city – and a country – she was unfamiliar with only for me to promptly toss her on a bike and drag her into the city center.  As we biked across a canal (a most stereotypical scene for the Netherlands) I listened as she marveled at sights and sounds I had become so familiar with; it was strange, almost, to be looking at the city where I had lived for six months – and was now about to leave – through the eyes of someone seeing it for the first time. I turned to her as we made our way down to the farmer’s market, wanting to describe something about the different routes that could be taken from the dorm to the city center but stopped as I realized that I wouldn’t be able to communicate the true intent behind the comment. Continue reading “Lost in Space, Episode 1: The One Where I Need to Tell Everyone I Studied Abroad”

Soul-Eating Cats

Anyone who knows me knows my immense adoration for cats.  I know that Dr. McCoy can attest for this as she watched me pet dozens of stray cats in Dakar, Senegal.  I have grown up with a black cat that I’ve had since I was eight years old.  This started my love for cats, as I feel like they are extremely intelligent animals with senses humans may not have.  Therefore, I was originally pretty excited when the placement of the stray cats came into Big Machine.  When I started reading the scene in Murder’s basement, I originally predicted that the cats would act as an angelic figure that came to Ricky in his time of need to help him.  Ricky describes his interaction with the cat stating, “Then I bent my left arm, and the tips of my fingers brushed the bottom of the bobtail, but the cat didn’t flutter, so I left my fingers there.  Touching.  It felt wonderful” (319).  I thought that the cat would be a savior or at least sit with Ricky until he gathered strength to move.  When Ricky began to see another cat that was an exact duplicate of the first one, I thought this was going to be a good omen that would help give him strength.  Boy was I wrong! Continue reading “Soul-Eating Cats”

Expectations and Retrying Old Things

Coming into this class, I honestly didn’t know what to expect, and I think that ended up being beneficial to my experience with this course. I have always been a planner—I like to know all of the details of something I’m going to do to decide whether or not it is worth my time. But while this is how I have determined my decisions in the past, recently I have taken the liberty to be a bit more impulsive. When I was deciding what classes to take this semester I attempted to make the “perfect” schedule, but classes of course filled up fast as I was only registering as a sophomore. Initially, I was not going to take The Art of Steve Prince, even though I was interested in it. I did not know it could count towards my English major, and when I learned that it did I impulsively dropped another class so that it could fit into my schedule. Later, during drop/add week I impulsively added another class that I had not even considered taking until I saw that it had one open seat. It was a women and gender studies course, something I had wanted to take but didn’t think I would since I am not majoring or minoring in it. But I had room in my schedule, and I wanted to take it. I know for many students this way of choosing classes is normal, but for someone like me who has always planned everything out whenever given the chance, it was both liberating and intimidating.

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