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Kiani

Archive Find of the Week #2

Find: Handwritten edits for books; including handwritten text and taped quotes and phrases

Last week,  I happened upon folders and folders of handwritten edits and iterations of texts made by Ntozake Shange. I was struck by the sheer amount of paper utilized to refashion every edition of a text that she was working on. As I poured through the edits to make connections between the edits, I became fascinated by the aesthetic qualities of the documents I was beholding. Some pages of the edits were just lines and lines of elegant script and some pages began to take on the form of collages in that Shange had taped and fastened other bits of text onto the pages of her edits.

It was looking through these pages that I decided that I wanted to use the archival materials as the aesthetic base of my final project. The pages and pages of elegant script were evocative– some were water stained such that the text ran almost like water color. Others felt very full with there collaged quotes and phrases. Further, it was exciting to perceive something new about the pages every time I looked at them– from the color and texture of the paper to the actual words being evoked upon the page.

loving urself is art / resistance is loving urself

This weekend, I was thumbing through ‘Three Pieces’ by Ntozake Shange and decided to focus on a play I have been half-halfheartedly reading for the past couple of months– “a photograph: lovers in motion.” This post is not meant to be a full grasp of the work, but simply a meditation on some of the themes that have resonated with me as a student in this class.

At its core, the work tackles what it means to make art, what it means to survive, and the intersections of these processes. The lives, love, and art of Sean, Michael, Nevada, Earl, and Claire intermingle in this play set in San Francisco, California in presumably the late 1970s. Sean, a budding and brooding photographer and artists, is at the heart of the love and the art in this piece. He’s fawned over by strong, beautiful, floating, dancing black women Michael, Nevada, and Claire.

Archive Find of the Week

A small green journal containing entries from early 2000s. Contains entries noting details about performances, to do lists, personal thoughts, and number lists. Telephone numbers of acquaintances and friends are scattered throughout pages. 

This object was of particular interest to me because of the nature of my project. I am interested in evoking the “archival body” as it appears in bodies of text. The journal is an obvious, yet appropriate, body of text. It evokes a fullness of a text while also alluding to bodies and spaces in the entries. In the pages of this journal, Ntozake Shange talks about spaces she’s inhabiting and other bodies that she’s interacting with. This object thus functions as an art object, a collection of memories, and a memorandum of physical activity.

I located this object in the Ntozake Shange papers at Barnard College and will be utilizing the permissions given to the Digital Worlds of Shange Class to use and publish choice sections and aspects of this journal.

I am not aware if there is any metadata associated with this item as I am almost certain I am the first to digitize the object.

much ado abt black photography

This week’s introduction to Shange’s work and black photography at the International Center of Photography was exciting and enlightening for so many reasons. As a student of photography and a visual arts major, I have visited the facilities on a number of occasions for classes and shows. It was particularly interesting and relevant to experience the Center in this specific way. My work for my thesis and as a practicing art is so intertwined with my identity and my experiences as a queer person of color from the South in New York at Barnard/Columbia and abroad.

Archiving Task #2

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I utilized the Barnard Archives in my research. I searched the Shange Papers for journals and manuscripts of her books. Mainly, I focused on Box #5 of her journals and notebooks. I found the items through the Draft Guide to the Ntozake Shange Papers created by Shannon O’Neill. I was compelled to search through notebooks and journals as I speculated that they would provide insight about Shange’s process as it pertains to her writing, cooking, and directing.

The materials that I found were interesting for what they did not reveal. Physically, the journals were very diverse. The journals were from different places in the world, made of different kinds of paper, and of different sizes. The journals were mostly sparse– revealing a sprinkling of important dates, speeches, menus for shared meals, and guest lists but filled mostly with empty, crinkled, and waterlogged but dried pages. There would be a lot of activity for a dozen pages and then the rest of the journal would be empty.

I could infer something about Shange’s process from the physicality and content of the journals or I could look more into her directors notes in the manuscripts of her plays and the editors notes in her books. I wasn’t frustrated with the task as it revealed that I would need to look deeper into the archive which I look forward to doing!

embodied responses: what it takes to feel real

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“i commenced to buying pieces of gold/ 14 carat/ 24 carat/ 18 carat gold/ every time some black person did something that waz beneath him as a black person & more like a white person. i bought gold cuz it came from the earth/ & more than likely it came from south africa/ where the black people are humiliated & oppressed like in slavery. i wear all these things at once/ to remind the black people that it cost a lot for us to be here/ our value/ can be known instinctively/ but since so many black people are having a hard time not being like white folks/ i wear these gold pieces to protest their ignorance/ their disconnect from history. i buy gold with a vengeance/ each time someone appropriates my space or my time without permission/ each time someone is discourteous or actually cruel to me/ if my mind is not respected/ my body toyed with/ i buy gold/ & weep. i weep as i fix the chains round my neck/ my wrists/ my ankles.” pg 51, Spell #7 of Three Pieces 

For me, Spell #7 was harrowing in its candidness. In between the lines of the banter and bar talk and blackface, the text ate away at me. This quote was particularly salient in my reading of the text. Here, Maxine describes painful experiences of appropriation, disrespect, humiliation, and oppression done to her by her oppressors and by those of her skin kind. Maxine copes with these experiences by materializing them. Her pain is embodied by jewelry that reminds of where she comes from, or where she’d like to be, or where she should be. She identifies with objects of gold from this place with bodies like hers experiencing things like she is. She puts the gold on her body. The implication of any kind of adornment is weighted with questions of identification, self-concept, history, and context. The implications of this diasporic woman putting a diasporic object on her body are huge and almost agonizing as these objects represent a lost connection and a visceral connection to pain in her immediate life. Adornment is thus a historic and revived identification with pain. Maxine wears these pieces of gold to remind herself and others of the pain of being; the realness of being a black body in space, in a world that rejects that realness as often as it can.

The act of adorning one’s self is often seen as this purely positive means of communicating one’s self, one’s means, one’s class, and one’s convictions. This excerpt from Spell #7 shows the reader Maxine’s or anyone’s greater reasons for decorating their bodies in the ways that they do. The quote calls to mind the explicit detail with which Shange describes the women and their colors in for colored girls– their “rhinestones etchin the corners of her (their) mouths” and their “oranges & magnolia scented wrists” … signs of fragility and femininity and also a kind of armor against oppressive forces. A kind of homage to the many sweet ways a body can be and an acknowledgement of why they are that way.

gd to be born

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TW: mention of body mutilation and rape

Over and over we’ve praised Shange for uplifting us a la “I found god in myself & I loved her/ i loved her fiercely” but not enough for staring danger in the face and saying its name. Shange’s piece is not so gd to be born a girl confronts the emotional and physical violence done to women by the world. In The Black Sexism Debate Ntozake Shange writes,

clitorectomies, rape, & incest/ are irrevocable life-deniers/ life-stranglers & disrespectful of natural elements/ i wish these things wdnt happen anywhere anymore/ then i cd say it waz gd to be born a girl everywhere/ even though gender is not destiny/ right now being born a girl is to be born threatened/ i dont respond well to threats/ i want being born a girl to be a cause for celebration/ cause for protection & nourishment of our birthright/ to live freely with passion, knowing no fear/ that our species waz somehow incorrect.

This passage allows us to interact with the good and bad genesis of the works we’ve been engaging with this semester. It’s interesting that this hard subject matter is treated in the same way as luxurious baths, or cooking greens, or happenings outside of a window. They are treated as matter-of-fact.  We stare at the painful words on the screen and swallow hard as we consider their implications. It’s not pretty and it’s not warming. It’s sobering in its cry. Shange doesn’t ask us to confront the truth for truth’s sake, though. She asks us to confront it in confidence that we will use it to heal. To understand what is wrong and what is right.

The piece ends indicative of Shange’s decision to recognize the pain in growth and healing,

we are born girls & live to be women who live our own lives/ to
live our lives/
to have/
our lives
to live.

The usage of language, specifically gendered language, is interesting in considering people of trans, gender non-conforming, and queer identities feeling seen by this piece. I chose to leave “a girl” out of the title as I am grappling with the implications of the word in a natal context. I wonder, what does it mean to be born a girl? And to live out that girlhood?

 

reviving and reactivating

In pondering the influence and impact of the Black Arts Movement on young writers across the United States– the magazines, writing collectives, newspapers and newsletters that were born of the movement, I can’t help but recall something Ntozake Shange mentioned about her own writing process. She talked about about how there was a period in her life when she could only write poems when she was in love — that her process existed in her relationships with lovers. Her process didn’t change until she had her daughter– her experience of love and loving shifted from an external process to an internal process– the nurturing of one’s own creation. A nurturing that would come to include introducing her daughter to the world of art she helped to build and foster. While this intimate bit of her life may seem removed from one’s considerations about the spread of information, it is so indicative to me about the nature of art– creating and sharing. I become wholly aware of the constant shifting and mindfulness that is necessary in creating work of oneself with the intent that it will touch others.

I’ve spent some time considering last week’s rereading of ‘A Daughter’s Geography,’–comparing it to works like ‘for colored girls’ and ‘nappy edges,’ and considering the Black Arts Movement and Decolonization efforts of the time. What they all have have in common is Shange, herself, of course. Shange’s passion for telling stories and for hearing stories drove her across the country to engage with the creative process. In participating in her work and understanding the history of it we have revived the conversation and included ourselves. We have reactivated an archive, if you will.

 

We didn’t have time in class to flesh out a question I posed during my presentation that I think speaks to this idea of reactivating and re-visioning the “archive.” The question read:

The Black Arts Movement — collectives, publications, aesthetic tradition, the prioritizing of the Black experience — spread across the country over the course of ten years when prominent figures Sonia Sanchez, Ntozake Shange and others migrated to the West Coast to teach, perform, and create.

How would we envision such an exchange today considering the possibilities of technology? Could we compare this spread of information to movements today, or not?

I can’t help but giggle because this act that I’m performing right now — contributing knowledge to a blog; an online platform for sharing with others, is almost an answer to my question. I consider current movements that have been born of the Internet, or gained considerable following via the Internet, that have garnered worldwide attention– Black Lives Matter, Black Trans Lives Matter, Occupy, etc. and wonder if they are comparable to something like the Black Arts Movement– I wonder if we’re writing ourselves into “history books” so to say. And further ponder what that even means… If we are to change conceptions of an archive by understanding its carceral origins can’t we also re conceptualize how we create history by engaging with history.. in the fullest way?

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a diaspora of one’s own

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Our excerpt from Eduoard Glissant’s ‘Caribbean Discourse’ raises important questions and conceptions of diasporic identity — questions about Sameness and Diversity that are evoked in language and in culture.

These ideas of sameness and diversity bring to mind our class discussions about how Shange’s work carefully presents the experiences of black women and women of color as existing outside of a monolith. Further, I’m called to think about our consistent pondering of the Community versus the Self. I was very grateful to be able to ponder the question with Shange herself.

During the Friday morning session, Dania asked about the importance and origin of a quote on the second to last page of “for colored girls.” The quote reads:

i found god in myself

& i loved her/ i loved her fiercely

Shange’s responded that the quote existed in tandem with the rest of the piece — the relationships and discoveries made by the women in the piece culminated in this discovery. Ntozake Shange asked about the fascination with this quote. Various people around the table offered that the quote existed on its own– exhibiting a self-assured-ness and self-awareness. The quote existed on its own– and also revealed a woman who could look inside of herself for all of the things she needs.