Wednesday, October 10, 2012

comment on family notions, research plan ideas

Because yes, I am full enough of myself to share my midterm, which of course looks good now, but will probably get weaker and less satisfying the more I read it.

 “It's a Family Thang”
            Growing up in my own little sociocultural niche, I began to notice, in grocery stores, shopping malls, schools and other places, primarily African-American people wearing t-shirts printed with sayings (like the title of this essay) and names. “The Washington Family Reunion” would be printed over a graphic of a tree or a heart, and there would be a place and a range of dates. From seeing pictures and hearing stories, I knew that sometimes hundreds of people would gather, wear these t-shirts, pose for pictures and attend family geneaology seminars detailing the 3rd cousins, the twice-removeds, the by-marriages and the begats.  I didn't understand why people had any compulsion to print identical t-shirts and spend long weekends with virtual strangers, growing up as I had in relative family privilege. Considering the course objectives involved with race, family, and identity has led me to a deeper understanding of these t-shirts as documents of resistance, solidarity, and self.
            African people brought as slaves to the United States were dehumanized by a variety of systemic practices, but the term of dehumanization is one that may not be as effective as another: decontextualization. Humans obviously don't form identity solely in response to place; the idea of self also comes from one’s interactions with others. Additionally, the relationships that people form as children influence personality. Olaudah Equiano opens his narrative with an elaborately detailed description of the setting of his life prior to his enslavement. These details of place and relation establish his individual identity as a member of “a nation of dancers, musicians and poets.” His freedom of movement and expression are violently disrupted by his capture, but so is his identity as a member of the number who are so free. His family and people “implanted”  nuanced social/cultural details and practices” in Equiano with “great care” and their “impression” persisted in him, despite his young age, and formed aspects of identity that servitude could not completely dissolve. As would become standard practice in the American system of chattel slavery, Equiano was separated, and eventually lost contact with any people who knew his language—this complete alienation created  a situation in which a person would become literally voiceless, without choice, agency, or a stable grounding on which to develop an independent identity. 
            Frederick Douglass also writes about the pain of separation and the callous regularity of the practice of removing enslaved people from one another.  Very early on in his narrative, he relates his removal from his mother as part of a widespread strategy employed by slaveholders in order to “hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to . . . destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child.” This done, the children of slaves were halfway orphaned, and as in Douglass' case, the child of rape perpetuated by white male slaveholders had no acknowledged father. The slaveholder’s job of orphaning and dehumanization was completely done. This destabilization made slavery, rather than family, the central aspect of the young enslaved person's life, and made “slave”/object one's primary identification. Despite being removed from his own family, Douglass demonstrates the development of situational and alternative family groups in response to the social limitations slavery imposed on its victims. He refers to fellow-slaves as his “brethren” throughout his narrative. The enrichment that his soul finds in teaching other slaves to read and write corresponds to the richness of their association, their common purpose and their common position.  He similarly refers to the group of men with whom he plans his first major attempt at escape as his family. Both family groups, as with Douglass’ genetic/biological family, were disrupted by outside forces; however, Douglass’ struggle for a larger, vastly extended family continued once he was outside of slavery; the dedication in his Appendix cites his desire that his narrative do something to bring “deliverance to the millions of my brethren in bonds.” This extended familial language also represents the idea of responsibility to the broader community that reveals itself in the literature; this statement puts both the narrative and those still suffering under slavery into context.
            The narrative of Harriet Jacobs/Lynda Brent provides some insight into the mindset of the child born into an intact family unit who only learns of her status as slave as an older child. She painfully matured into an enslaved parent who saw the destabilization of families around her, a frustrated bride unable to wed the free man of her choice, and a mother who used strategy to the best of her ability to protect her potential offspring. Jacobs experienced extended family relations, as she was able to remain close to her grandmother, but even this relationship is not without difficulty. Jacobs represents the trouble of the family tie; she acknowledges openly that family affection could impede one’s bid for freedom, putting the human tie of loyalty and love at a crossroads with the desire for independence and agency.
            Toni Morrison's Song of Solomon, as a work of fiction, obviously represents family in a different way than the slave narratives do; however, there are overlapping concerns of identity and family. The nuclear Dead family is presented as stable and outwardly successful, but the main character, Milkman, does not find his true identity within the four walls on Not Doctor Street. Sharing some features of the coming of age narrative, Song presents the immediate family as a unit of control and domination, but in an exploration of his extended family—the roots of his ancestors—Milkman discovers family and familial context as a source of identity.  Milkman journeys to find an inheritance, which his father interprets as gold and his aunt interprets as bone. What he finds along the way, however, are the origins of “Macon Dead” as a conceptual being. His namesake, “Macon Dead, also known as Jake somebody” does not give Milkman his socially recognized name, and the orginal Macon Dead once had an original name, and familial standing as either one of the original 21 children of Solomon, or the “only son of Solomon.” These are stripped from him, as well as his descendants, by the drink-addled pen of a careless white Freedmen's Bureau clerk. Compellingly, both the first Toni Morrison interview from the class presentation and Song of Solomon itself directly invoke family and identity. The novel's dedication page reads simply “Daddy,” and in the interview, Morrison discusses her grief over her father's death. Of course she misses him, but the bigger point that she makes is that his death killed his version of her. The death of a loved one as a severance of an avenue to self/identity is a compelling argument for the notion of the connectedness of family and identity.
            Family is complicated and complex; in the case of enslaved people in the United States, the notion of family was manipulated by strong cultural forces as well as the whims of empowered individuals. These complications troubled one source of identity and created multiplicity in the notion of family as well, which gives rise to a host of family types and issues: acknowledged family, unacceptable family, genetic family, chosen/circumstantial family, and the extensive family networks of ownership and relation through which slaves lived. Serious ironies, to say the absolute least, are presented when the boundaries of slave and slave-holder are crossed “in the family way,” and they have had continuing effects on individuals as well as the culture at large. 

No Country for Old Women
            The elder female is all but invisible in the modern dominant United States culture in terms of social power. Current popular understanding, evidenced by the Wikipedia chart of literary stock characters (a page I chose deliberately to exemplify a popular, rather than specialized or academic discussion) reveals consideration of the crone as inherently malicious. Other roles listed for elder women include that of the hag,  as in Hansel and Gretel, and that of the sexually rapacious widow, who may make a fool of herself in pursuing her desires (her desire is foolish because she is no longer sexually desirable or fertile). Therefore, in terms of minority, elder women are excluded due to a combination of sexism and ageism.  Western European cultures  have a figure, called the crone, who represents the elder woman; a subquestion may be whether or not it is appropriate to overlay this concept to figures from other cultures.
            However, exclusion is not monolithically the case: minority American literature presents places for older women in terms of social influence and, in some cases, mythic/mystical powers (or a blend of the two). Toni Morrison's Pilate, and Anaya's Ultima seem to balance these two aspects of power, while Harriet Jacobs' grandmother represents more literal social power.  I intend to investigate the roles available to elder women in minority fiction and memoir/personal narrative in order to shed some light on the omissions of mainstream/dominant culture, to suggest additions to the modern canon of literary characters, and to develop a conference proposal and presentation.

More notes on that as it comes...

Choice bite from my web reviews:
It may only be an issue of wording, or a concern about the concept of competitive suffering, but I think that the biggest difference between “modern literature,” the slightly older Song of Solomon, and the much older slave narratives (Equiano, Douglass, Jacobs) is that modern writing depends much less on coding, much less on double language, and much more upon making the point very clear to the reader. I fear that diminishing the gratuity of historical sexual oppression and the multifold oppression that double (or multiple) minorities have faced leaves too much room for the willful ignorance of the legacies of rape culture, abuse culture, racist culture, and misogynist culture that make up the broader dominant culture of the United States, and that we all still face. 



Wednesday, October 3, 2012

the arm resists

it has been here, right in our faces the whole time.
the arm resists

put that in yr rape culture pipe and smoke it, homiez.
rosie the mother/fucking riveter was a piece of Westinghouse internal employee morale propaganda. Yes we can naw fuck that, it's yes we'd better.
"And look as pretty as we please," sez model sez Ponds in an ad, employing as an ideal the patriotic woman factory worker of WWII.

purchase is cleanliness is godliness is cleanliness is purity is virginity is ideal is female is infantile is labile is projectile is essential ist verboten geschenkt. ist nur ein image, a mirage.

the consumer sublime. the ecstasy of submission, in montage format.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

the initial entry into a works cited that will eventually be much longer

Trachtenberg, Alan. The Incorporation of America: Culture and Society in the Gilded Age. New York:        Hill and Wang, 1982. Print.

nb for next fall - chapter 6 - p. 182, Fictions of the Real.
also following chapter on White City.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

microrebellion, craft brewed.

homestyle table wail.
and either it's the phalanges, the carpals, or the synapses staging microrevolution?
or maybe the brain staging a rebellion, recoiling at how awful all this is,
but my heart is fortified and saddened because it knows that i will try to pound it out until there's just bloody stumps left and i don't use the shift key because i'm typing with my nose.
but typing with my nose is going to make it hard for me to stare out the window while i type as i am wont to do.

and i'm not all that overly attached to capital letters anyway.

but.

a meek proposal, so mild as to possibly one day inherit the earth. a suggestion.

we are the romans. we should revel in this. all of the money that is being spent for cheerladder games like "vote for me!" should be spent to vitalize local economies and create jobs in constructing modular recyclable eco friendly non-animal tested colisseums (yesh i don't know how to spell that sorry i am such a marginal and ign'nt roman) that can be taken down when campaign season is over.

and we send anyone who is frog enough to bellow hir own name to the admiring bog the livelong day into those stadiums naked armed only with pens and swords and see who comes out alive.

carry the bigshow on widescreen flatscreen every screen in the land: pay per view and pbs alike, the advertising spectacle so grand as to make the superbowl marketing extravaganza look like a twelve year old wanking it to the barred screen lines of some cut rate skinemax flick pirated three times. halftime will culminate in a good old fashioned orgy (we are romans after all) with manic pixie dream girls rolling around on the field (in the blood mud) eating cupcakes, while madonna has a threesome with britney spears and angelina jolie while the winsome ghost of lohan hovers above all, her skin translucent wings gleaming.

the bars would be packed. it would be unifying national spectacle and fair sacrifice for the honor of leadership, no?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

takeaway window confession

bitter herb dumplings: paket servis
there in fifteen minutes or less, and i'll drive over sidewalks and kids to do it.
but not stray dogs or cats.

okay:
essential dissection? check
begat
a warped shimmering layered set of personality
situation dependent
only
a hard shell come along too in the course of it all and every now and then a grain of sand gets under there,
under the shell and scratching on delicate mucosal membranes
nostalgic - a common theme
for what never was - the vaguest banality, the vainest conception of back when everything was right
depending on what back seat you were in when you set about to fumbling with the back when.

abstinence
just don't do it
altho thinking on what never was is a substitute for thinking about the way things could be different
now
like put everything down and walk away and the uncertainty of the oh what would happen to me?
filler would happen, punctuated by Moment. and i would lack all of the pleasantries that i have and those are so hard to give up.
domestication is a bitch.

Monday, February 27, 2012

An open letter to Pastor Steve Riggle of Grace Community (mega)Church

I would with all greatest respect direct my request towards Pastor Steve Wriggle.

I understand that you have your own convictions regarding the right of adults to live in blessed love with one another, but once a church gets into the political business by discouraging a mayor's First Amendment rights to free speech, that church should consider giving up its protected, tax-exempt status. Attempting to use one's churchly position to pressure Houston mayor Annise Parker regarding the consensual rights of adults in this wonderful country is downright abusive of the faith and authority which so many have invested in the leaders of their spiritual community.
I certainly hope that you will remember the Christ who showed his love to those most scorned in a society and do the most uplifting works in that name. There is much charity to be done before infringing upon the rights of others.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

apparently

we turned out smart AND queer.
what were they feeding us in that gifted and talented program?
did it have something to do with the sprouts katie brought? the salt and vinegar chips that adrienne shared? the wheat germ on my yogurt? my one love's bell pepper rings?

i could go on.
but the point is - we're all adults. and not new at it either. i should have got on by now.