Monday, October 19, 2020
Thoughts on the Archive
'Archival remembering can never be separated from forgetting'
Do we archive to remember or forget? Do we write to remember or forget? There are things we write to remember, and there are things we write to forget. But what about the permanence of writing or the archive? What do we read off permanence? Does permanence tell us whether it means to remember or forget itself?
The escape / release of a trapped thought contained within the mind is no longer a part of the body once it is archived. The archive thus is a way of forgetting, created only in order for a provisional remembering when the body wishes to reoccupy that old time-space. A certain time can be reinvigorated back through the archive, or its consumption.
The archive simultaneously reveals and buries certain pasts.
'Art archives do not just construct, they also bury colonial pasts'
For everything archived, there is so much that is overlooked. The archive blinds us to many things behind its face.
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Word Cloud
Patronizing
adjectiveSynonyms: arch, condescending, patronising
adjective
characteristic of a form of social organization in which the male is the family head and title is traced through the male line
relating to or characteristic of a man who is older or higher in rank
Patriarchy is a social system in which men hold primary power and predominate in roles of political leadership, moral authority, social privilege and control of property. Some patriarchal societies are also patrilineal, meaning that property and title are inherited by the male lineage.
adjective
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आदरणीय वृद्ध पुरुष का
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सामन्ती
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Friday, October 02, 2020
The Dancing Spider
I saw a tiny spider dancing in front of my eyes
First I thought it was flying
But as I transfixed my gaze upon the floating creature
I realized it was holding on to a strand of invisible web
perhaps one that he himself spit
under the fan, as I looked up to him
his body appeared and disappeared to the blades in the background
only as I got closer to being anxious if he would fall
I decided to trust him
I began to write
this poem,
changed tone just like with the shift of a single key