a diaspora of one’s own
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.
This idea of self-assured-ness and self-awareness brings me back to our collective questions about community and individuality. I offer that they exist in tandem in that they build on top of each other. They create a concentric circle– with parts that move and grow with each other. I am self-assured because of the intelligent women I call my friends. I am self-aware because my friends are self-aware. In Ntozake Shange’s work, I am reminded again and again that sharing one’s vulnerability and one’s tenderness is necessary for growth and for connection.
there is somethin
sacred abt bein invited to bring
yrself to someone’s song if you
come w/ me next time music
will ask us both to come into
ourselves ‘n be our own children
who forget what we were told
rememberin only what we are – p. 127/ “nappy edges” by Ntozake Shange
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