Time

“The cycles and super-cycles are endless unanchored and unaccountable and their internal order has no significance without climax. They do not accumulate. They do not build. And they are not consumed. They do not tell you what time it is. They tell you what kind of time it is. -Clifford Geertz

What kind of time is it? The kind of time that requires the best of us.

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Secret Garden

Red pigment covers my body, all surfaces in my home and my young toddlers. Red footprints and red fingerprints everywhere. The residue of a crazy last minute installation. Days before procrastination delays me as I seize anything that I could use an excuse not to do this deceptively simple project. Lamps, Lifeboats & Ladders. The vision and reality collide in a beautiful explosion of done did it! College allnighter culture in full effect.

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“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.” -Rumi

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In our own voices…

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Navigating Space for Women through Poetry, Literature and Art: Asya Abdrahman, Faith Adiele, Tonya M. Foster

In celebration of International Women’s Day and in collaboration with the Museum of the African Diaspora, memoirist and travel writer Faith Adiele, poet and essayist Tonya Foster, and visual artist Asya Abdrahman discussed the ways they make place and navigate the literary, artistic and academic worlds in which they live and work. The event included readings by the authors and offered opportunities for visual and literary artists to respond to each other’s work. The event took place within in the context of the current MoAD exhibition, Where Is Here, curated by Jacqueline Francis and Kathy Zarur.

Because We Come from Everything: Poetry and Migration
March 2017 Poetry Center programming appears under the sign of this line by Juan Felipe Herrera, in conjunction with 20+ member organizations from across the country constituting the newly formed Poetry Coalition

Event contact: Museum of the African Diaspora
Event phone: 415-358-7200
Event sponsor: The Poetry Center and Museum of the African Diaspora

We the people don’t believe you…

Enfolded within me is the entire universe. I am indeed the evident book by whose alphabets the hidden become manifest.

 

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Tribe Called Quest dropped a timely song last fall, titled We The People… So fitting for the current climate. They mentioned “The fog and the smog of new media. The large false narratives.” It’s time to take back our narratives.

Joyously, I assert my right to be, to exist.

Today, I begin my 100 days of acts of incredible beauty. Yes, the “towel” will remain on my head and will be crowned with amazing deeds of being love. My peoples are now banned in my country. Nothing is more delicious than being illicit and forbidden. Challenge accepted.

As Ali (RAD) said, Enfolded within me is the entire universe. I am indeed the evident book by whose alphabets the hidden become manifest.

 

LOVE ALWAYS WINS

 

 

 

I Lift My Lamp

Impossibly, my teenage mother changed my destiny. Born in the middle of multiple wars, I’m the impossible love. Impossible people will rise in Impossible times. LOVE ALWAYS WINS 💖Power to the Peaceful

 

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Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,
And her name, Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;
Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor
That twin cities frame.
“Keep, Ancient Lands, your storied pomp!”
Cries she with silent lips.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

It’s still week 1! Human’s take note… The more flagrantly each group of humans’ rights are being stripped uncontested the more quickly it’ll be your groups turn regardless of how you identify. Yesterday it was illegal immigration, TODAY it’s legal immigrants, very soon it will be citizens. We know the order already. Muslims (I’m honored to be first on the list because I’ll be Impossible 😋), Latino’s, Blacks, LGBTQIA, Press, Women, Scientist & all non-white male Christians. Learn well from history. When my mom was pregnant with me in Asmara her neighbor callously said to her “No need for concern, it’s only Muslims that are dying. We Christians are safe so it’s ok.” The next week my mother was horrified to see that same lady who was also 9 months pregnant evicerated and publicly displayed. The (communist led) Red Terror arrived. It was common practice to write Red Terror with the blood of the victims. Everyone became its victim. Impossibly, my teenage mother changed my destiny. Born in the middle of multiple wars, I’m the impossible love. Impossible people will rise in Impossible times. LOVE ALWAYS WINS 💖Power to the Peaceful

Freedom Is Made

Peace
Mindful Peace

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Interrupt with all you’ve got every time you witness a fellow human being bullied or anyone imposing injustice. Have fun with it. Dance and laugh whenever someone says something repulsive. Disarm with gorgeous acts of beauty. Say the names, sing the names and shout the names those that you love. Increase your personal power by inciting love. Silence the violence with arduous amorous self-care, your family-care and your community-care. Freedom is made when you free yourself first and then your loved ones.