Anne Dalke's blog
Mark and I are thinking that our next two trips will be, respectively, to a prison and to a museum.
We would like some guidance from you all in planning these two jaunts, as well as the one thereafter:
* do you want to go as one large group to the same space?
* would you prefer to self-organize (to visit some sites we will select, and others which you'll select)?
* what are the advantages/disadvantages of each of these arrangements?
Please post your response as a "comment" --not just a vote, but an explanation of why you think so--before classtime on Thursday--and thanks!
Here are your 8 writing groups for this week. By classtime on Thursday, please read and post a comment in response to your partners’ essays, reflecting on the ways in which they intersect with and diverge from your own. This is not about “liking,” and certainly not about “correcting”: it’s about using your own work as a lens on theirs, and theirs on yours; it’s thinking about structure and argumentation.
Maya: relational definitions
MargaretRachelRose: how I see myself [in reflection]
Taylor11: fluid identity
vhiggins: rewriting script of female entertainer
Ann Lemieux: ??
EP: fear and self-representation
ccassidy: silence and performance
Amoylan: breaking silence
iskierka: self representation on Tumblr,
pialamode314: self-expression on Facebook
ari-hall: representation of race on BMC website
nia.pike: rebellion from society’s chains
Cat: queer space
sam: identity politics and "speaking for"
Celeste: mimesis in abstract poetry
EmmaBE: gender in Doll’s House
Polly: gender in children’s books
sschurtz: feminist theology
Fdaniel: multicultural feminism
Erin McDermott: accessibility
pipermartz: duality of the gaze
kwilkinson: am I too accessible?
...i thought you might be interested in (inspired/put off by?) this
animated version of Janis Joplan's final interview, on creativity and rejection....
One of the questions we played w/ yesterday was whether we are the dolls of the endless, or whether they they are ours (cf. Rose's musing, p. 222, "we're just dolls," with Morpheus' telling Desire, p. 226, "We of the endless are the servants of the living...we are their toys. Their dolls....").
In this context, I thought this story about the Barbie Liberation Organization (just uncovered by my co-teacher in Play in the City, Mark Lord) might amuse/interest/enbolden you. A number of activist-artists attained possession of Barbie and G.I. Joe Dolls, switched their voiceboxes, then re-boxed and returned them to store shelves. So some little girls got Barbie Dolls who talked like men about war and fighting, and some boys got "fighting man" dolls who would say (in a prissy girl voice), "Math is harrrd." Dolls have agency, too!
Mark shared these rules with me y'day, and I'm passing them on to you--good counsel, I think, as you create these mosaics! Enjoy--
seeing where i read-and-responded to your papers this week. this park, @ the end of my street,
is dedicated to an old resident of the neighborhood...
who designed this building (where some of you will soon live)
and who had a clear vision of cities as composed of "schools, streets, and village greens."
This park, designed in his honor, clearly separates spaces humans can occupy
from those they can look upon (archaic form chosen advisedly):
How bounded do you want your pleasure-and-play to be?
Vitiligo causes depigmentation of the skin. I know about this, because my son has patches of vitiligo on his wrists, hands, and jaw. The condition is much more noticeable in those of us who are dark skinned, than in those of us whose skin is lighter in color.
I'm trying to write a short story here about vitiligo. It is about the absence of homogeneity, the presence of authenticity (cf. Zukin) on Logan Square. It's about how a biological phenomenon invites a certain kind of social drama (cf. Mumford), playing out perceptions, creating uneasiness, dis-ease. Do I attend carefully enough to the raced and classed history and present of this country, in which people with darker skin bear a disproportionate burden of discrimination? Do I offend, in making a physical condition metaphoric?
I loved the conception of “The Quiet Volume.” I loved being whispered to attend to the sounds in the library, and to attend to the ink on the page. I loved the shadows cast by the image of my hand on the blank page—having my attention called to the gradations of color and sound created when I placed my hand there.
So: I'm wondering if Sasha has approached Civic Engagement about getting your all's transportation funded, as you suggested?
And if Sasha and Sara have made any progress in applying for a 1/2-credit independent study?
What are the procedures? Has the deadline passed?
And what our meeting schedule will be from here on out?
Will you three meet on 9/19, then all of us again on 9/28? (i mean 9/26)
(Sasha's not being able to come, Sarah's coming late, and Hayley's having to leave early this week makes me think that 5-6:30 on Thursday is NOT such a good time after all?)
Here's how I'm now seeing our reading list:
Aug. 9 Audre Lorde, "The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action"
Sept. 6 Alice Walker, "Beauty"
Sept. 20 Howard Zehr, What Will Happen to Me?
Oct. 4 Elaine Brown, A Taste of Power ($14.73 x 15 copies= $220.95)
Oct. 25 Elaine Brown, A Taste of Power
Nov. 8 Toni Morrison, Sula ($10.89 x 15 copies = $163.35)
Nov. 22 Toni Morrison, Sula
Dec. 6 Gilliam, Kettle Bottom ($10.63 x 15 copies = $159.45)
In the midst of all our conversation about the constructed, limiting nature of gender
assignment-> role-> identity -> expression -> attribution --and all our play with each of those categories--
I also want to keep in play the very real consequences of being seen as "woman" in the world.
This just out: a fascinating case study of (the lack of) gender equity @ Harvard Business School--
and the school's "unapologetic" attempt to change this.
I thought it might amuse you all to see what I was seeing (peripherally, of course)
as I was reading through (focusing, of course, on) your papers this afternoon:
It's a fountain of otters playing on the Lubert Plaza of Thomas Jefferson University
(in center city Philadelphia, near where I live....)