From The Conditions of Our Togetherness, a serialized comic book appearing monthly, here on Weird Sister. Continue reading
Rah! Rah! Roundup
If you read Soleil Ho’s piece this week mourning “Yi-Fen Chou, the Chinese American woman poet who doesn’t exist,” then you might find some welcome comic relief in #WhitePenName Generator.
For those of us who can’t attend every international film festival, there are now at least 100 Latin American Films available for free streaming courtesy of the Buenos Aires Film Festival! I know what I’m doing this weekend. Continue reading
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Character Comes First: An Interview with Anna North
There’s no way to talk about author Anna North’s latest novel, The Life and Death of Sophie Stark, without centering the conversation around its title character. Told throughout the viewpoints of the people in Sophie’s life (who often become the main characters in the films the young director Sophie creates), the woman’s life is revealed piece by piece, from insight into her bullied childhood as witnessed by her brother, to early success as a filmmaker as seen by her lover Allison, to frustrations and struggles with relationships as disclosed to us by her husband. An awkward yet elegant and oddly alluring woman, Sophie’s relationship with art, and her much heavier flawed relationships with those around her, make for a melancholic tale of the search for perfection and the costs it may take to get there. Continue reading
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BEYOND HUMILITY
Folks are always trying to compress the talented brown GURLS!!! OMG, my friend said “YOU NEED TO BE MORE HUMBLE!!!””
Bitch, humble about what???!!
I’VE OVERCOME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, I’VE OVERCOME HOMELESSNESS, I GOT TWO COLLEGE DEGREES WHILE STILL RESISTING ASSIMILATION! YOU WANT ME TO BE HUMBLE ABOUT WUTT??!!
Bitch, I’m one of the greatest things I’ve ever witnessed.
Do you understand what it takes to be this fierce & faggoty & confident & ALIVE!! How dare you tell me to be humble. NOW BOW BEFORE YOUR QUEEN / BEFORE I BEHEAD YOU.
Lately, I’ve come to understand that humility is a privilege. Continue reading
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Yi-Fen Chou and the Man Who Wore Her
I want to mourn Yi-Fen Chou, the Chinese American woman poet who doesn’t exist. Her recent achievement, notable for the fact that she is not real, is snagging one of the 75 highly competitive slots in The Best American Poetry 2015. Ingeniously, she was formulated as the Stepford edition of the modern writer of color: a version of us who is white in all but name, who will never know the pain of having her name “bungled or half-bungled” by a well-meaning literary editor MCing her reading; who will never find any reason to celebrate spotting another Asian woman writer from across the vast AWP Bookfair complex; who will never be inconvenient or angry or vocal. Instead of being a real person—which is always so messy, so loaded with the things that make good poetry!—she is a mask, her name peeled off by someone who probably can’t pronounce it at all. Continue reading
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A Poet’s Shop: An Interview with Cat Tyc
Cat Tyc is an artist, writer and filmmaker based in Brooklyn, NY. Her videos have screened all over the world. She is a published poet and fiction writer and is currently a Writing and Activism MFA candidate at Pratt Institute. Lately, she has been organizing clothing swaps as part of a project called CONSUME(S) ME that explores ethical consumption through fashion. Tyc’s latest swap is happening tonight in NYC (see details at the end of this post), and it seems to combine all of her artistic practices. Last weekend, I had the chance to ask Cat about the interdisciplinary work she has been doing and why it is taking the form of a shop.
Cathy de la Cruz: I notice the press release for this week’s event describes you as an artist and writer. Do you see the two as separate? How does this event aim to connect them?
Cat Tyc: Do I see the role of being an artist and writer separate? Sometimes. But not all the time. I am identifying as a writer first mostly these days because that is my primary creative act in this moment in time. The last few years I have been focusing on filmmaking but after a while I found myself wanting to differentiate from the conversations I found myself in. If I called myself a filmmaker, the conversation would always devolve towards film festivals, camera models, distribution models, financing…. All of that felt really disconnected from some of the things I feel most passionate about in filmmaking and making art in general which are story, character development, and directing. After being frustrated in this way one too many times, I remembered that all of those aspects I loved stemmed from writing and I realized it might be a lot easier to get back to my favorite parts of filmmaking if I just stopped and said, ‘Hey, I’m a writer.’ I think creative identity, like most identifying quantities, is for the individual and the individual alone to decide. It also feels important to mention too that in honing my focus back on writing…it helped me reconnect to the literary, or to be more specific, radical poetics, which are at the foundation of my education and have been my primary creative community for most of my life. Several of the participants in the POET TRANSMIT are people I have known for several years, including Steve Dalachinsky and Yuko Otomo who I have known since I was a teenager and often call my ‘poet parents’. I am also really interested in modality and how image and language transform across platforms. I am thinking a lot about the story and the narrative impetus and what that means in this current moment as a contemporary story teller. This interest in renegotiating notions of form are where the ‘artist’ sensibilities come in to play. Both sensibilities move towards the clothing swaps as a way to present my research practice. The swaps have evolved to be more performative, which wasn’t my original intention but now I am learning to embrace that aspect. By re-enacting this ‘retail’ space, we are pushing that further than any other time I have put on a swap. But at the end of the day, this is primarily a presentation of the sustainability, clothing, and consumption investigation I have been doing for a poetic project for several years. Some iterations of these writings for the project will be at the core of the swap, acting as the ‘soundtrack’ of the space, replacing the role of how music drives the consumptive moment in real retail space. Performing them will be the ‘currency’ for participation.
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Breastfeeding and Capitalism: A Provocation
National Breastfeeding Month ended yesterday. So did Black Breastfeeding Week. World Breastfeeding Week was apparently at the beginning of August. Over the course of the month, I read and heard a lot of stuff that made me angry and sad and confused: medical professionals promoting breastfeeding with a disturbing prescriptive zeal, mothers pointing to their bleeding nipples as evidence of a glorious martyrdom, other mothers and doctors claiming that breastfeeding is already mainstream, that it needs no further promotion or celebration, that to do so is to shame parents who feed their infants formula, white mothers claiming that Black Breastfeeding Week was unnecessary. In the middle of all of this I sort of started to wean my daughter, who turned two smack in the middle of World Breastfeeding Month, and I cried a lot, and I sort of stopped weaning, and felt weird about that, too. I wanted to write something about these thoughts and feelings. A manifesto, or a well-researched, well-reasoned essay about how we’re living at a historical moment when parents are shamed for formula feeding and for breastfeeding; the precise level of shame may vary by region or race or ethnicity or socioeconomic background, but in my experience you can feel deeply ashamed of both of these choices in the same city, the same neighborhood, the same pediatrics practice. (Oh wait, did I say that this is a historical moment when an issue primarily affecting women results in the shaming of women’s bodies and the removal of their agency? Ha ha ha ha. Sorry, I meant to say, Infant feeding is primarily a women’s issue, so of course it’s a fucking nightmare.) I always stopped, too daunted to grapple with the tangle of social, cultural, emotional, biological, economic, and public-health issues surrounding infant feeding. Now Breastfeeding Month is over and I’m swamped with work and I definitely don’t have time to work out a nuanced response to “The Skeptical OB”’s kind of horrifying dismissal of breastfeeding advocacy, or the weird structure of the Wikipedia page about breastfeeding (they start telling you The Way You Should Do It in the second sentence). I just have time for a provocation, followed by a rant. Here it is:
DID YOU NOTICE that breastfeeding was only allowed to return to the mainstream when it could be fully integrated into capitalism? Continue reading
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Reviewing Holly Herndon’s Platform
The following is a music review (similar to what I did before and before) where I write what comes to me as I listen to Holly Herndon’s new album, Platform:
1. “Interference”
Traverse time apart from/next to myself
Dedicated machinery, joints dance, hum of fast-paced rise and fall
Linking slow and sudden
Stutter clearly, throughout. The fundamental frequency of great shifts.
Shift to quiet. Shift in circles. Pulse out. Outer ripples provide the current rhythm reverberating back, activating other nodes. Laser cutting across dark matter, loping looping space falling apart fa fa falling apart. Continue reading
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Rah! Rah! Roundup
Claudia Rankine profiled tennis star Serena Williams for the New York Times: “For black people, there is an unspoken script that demands the humble absorption of racist assaults, no matter the scale, because whites need to believe that it’s no big deal. But Serena refuses to keep to that script…. She shows us her joy, her humor and, yes, her rage. She gives us the whole range of what it is to be human, and there are those who can’t bear it, who can’t tolerate the humanity of an ordinary extraordinary person.”
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