When we defined the archive as a space wherein materials could be preserved for their enduring value, I wondered how the imagination and vitality of literature as it is produced in the human body, spoken language, and patterns of sociality could be preserved in its full essence. For me, the question arose: what is the function of the archive and how does it mirror, encompass, and fall short of the world-making possibilities offered by literature?<\/p>\n
I have been thinking about literature as an expansive concept, one that transcends linguistic bounds and regulations. I have also been conceptualizing literature per Shange\u2019s notion of carnal intellectuality, whereby stories and histories are articulated and constantly re-formed via the body\u2019s motions in concert with human imagination. Memories for example, are part of a reproductive effort by the body, and can lend themselves to the archival process.<\/p>\n
In literature, I find that there are endless possibilities for struggle against normativity and linearity in our narratives. The fragmented pieces of history take shape in the imaginative realm of literature, allowing for the reconfiguration of our realities and conceptions of self. How then is the archival effort able to encompass literature, and its malleable impulses? Only in thinking of the archive as functioning within the body through motions such as carnal intellectuality, am I able to understand the ways in which language, movement, and the imagination produce archival knowledge.<\/p>\n
Shange\u2019s work brings attention to the ways in which the Black woman\u2019s body is shaped by the labor of the archival effort. I found a clip of Ntozake Shange reading from a piece titled \u201cWhat Does it Mean That Black Folks Can Dance\u201d. The poem conveys the notion of the moving body as a carrier of knowledge, collective sorrows\/joys, and the memories that make up Black historical narratives. Here, dance is \u201chow we remember what cannot be said\u201d. The body takes up motion and mobility to recall, to create, and to transcend.<\/p>\n
crooked woman\/okra meets greens in strange circumstances
\nthe woman dont stand up
\nstraight
\naint never stood up
\nstraight\/ always bent
\nsome which a way
\ncrooked turned abt
\nslanted sorta toward a shadow of herself<\/p><\/blockquote>\n