“If we do not seek to fix what has been broken, then what?”
I am still processing our ‘living laboratory’, an architectural imaginarium intentionally woven by Meryanne Loum-Martin and curated by Mame-Fatou Niang, Claude Grunitzky. In Marrakech,
@jnaneTamsna , the
@theDiasporaSalon … snapped, crackled and p(r)opped) with the energy of authors, designers, artists, thought and sports leaders - together from across the African diaspora.
In a continuums built on overlapping histories of flattened narratives; “extracted , or automated” the Diaspora Salon by communal command “reaffirmed the power of authorship — of our stories, our images, our ideas, and our futures.” (in the words of our curators)
Under clear skies were Calls-to-Prayer-hailed-happenings, dappled light on vanilla-musk soil at the crossroads of Africa, the Arab world, and the global diaspora. A call to slow down, to come together to refuse that which was refused to us, claim that which is already ours. Space coloured with diasporic hues, blues, time cast in kaleidoscopic paths of tender tensions. New intimacies. A cipher for Black Fugitivity, a "way outa no way,". Co- creation is love in motion heard and seen?
Sharing The Shadow Scholars — on stage for a Cinema of Reparations. We, Us lit by the galaxy embodying what it is to - “profoundly resist erasure, oblivion”, in what Alice Diop calls “this mad belief in the political importance of making people visible, making them appear.” Our longing found belonging.
How do we articulate the spiritual? How do we feel into ties broken, forming or unspoken?
Maybe, as Moten and Harney suggest:
“It ends with love, exchange, fellowship. It ends as it begins, in motion, in between various modes of being and belonging, and on the way to new economies of giving, taking, being with and for…”
In gratitude, deep deep gratitude and love
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