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Children playing in a cemetery in Glasgow. #vitabrevis #carpediem/Tereza Silon
Placeless girl in a foreign city
She hates the double tone of her lips so she wears very dark shades to hide the ethnicity lovers in the park hold each other tight, they never notice this her skin is embalmed with the color of housekeepers she's shortened the last name to conceal the tracks beneath the feet; the path of forefathers in deserted roads, the bloodied route that led her here. She avoids her reflection in stationed car windows her self esteem is a rusted relic rehashing her mother's murmurs in the backside of her mind, unceasing. placeless girl in a foreign city your accent is a mutilated outcry serenading the befouled solitude that encapsulates your body in a darkened room. You evade eye contact with strangers, fearful they might peak into the past life where papa was a sewage dweller and mama sold pastries on the street; there was never enough to eat, a pot of beans was meant to last a week. placeless girl in a foreign city you've burned your scalp to tame the wild forest mane atop your head, everyone has a home to go to, you've got to brave out your dislocation or be dead
her surroundings started to fade away
she felt like how you feel when you wake up in a bed away from home and are momentarily unaware of your surroundings or when you’re waking up from a dream and are still unsure if what you experienced was real she felt placeless in the dark like space and location were no longer relevant.
Placeless
This is not where I am from This is just where I was born And where I live my days I am not from anywhere No place shares my culture Shares my belief This is not who I am Bounded by this land Conformed to its will This is not where I am from

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SARAH lAQUETTE RAY
an important essay on placelessness
excerpt from“IN THE CLEARING: BLACK FEMALE BODIES, SPACE AND SETTLER COLONIAL LANDSCAPES” Tiffany Jeannette King, Doctor of Philosophy, 2013
"Given that the Black dream of settlement is a dream deferred, I want to consider what resting in the space of placelessness, rootlessness or 'no place' can offer us in terms of a radical subjectivity. In [Julie] Dash’s novel [Daughters of the Dust], Lucy makes the decision that she cannot go back and settle the plot of land: 'Lucy turned from the window and flatly stated, ‘I caint go back on dat land!..I know dat Miz Emma Julia say it all right, dat de evil been cleared from dat place, but it hurt me just to think about it !’ She blurted out. ‘I caint go back.’ The trauma of both settler colonialism and slavery haunt the land for Lucy. The horror of slavery for Lucy is structured by the processes of settling the land. Slavery and settler colonialism co-constitute one another. Lucy must turn away from not only settling the land, but also must relinquish her former relationship as a property owner. It was the owning of Black bodies as property on land that was considered property, that was lethal.
While, my own reading of Lucy’s arc in the novel does not necessarily represent Dash’s authorial intentions, the epistemic and ontological weight of this scene exceeds the narrative structure and intent of Dash’s novel. This scene allows us to focus on the dehumanizing and traumatizing aspects of settler colonial relations of settlement and property that might make Black people reconsider their relationship to land, property, citizenship and belonging in settler colonial states. In the novel, the plot of land ends up blooming with flowers after a proper burial is given to the felled slave. This could be a foretelling of Lucy’s return to this land. However, Lucy and her fiancé Charlie do not answer the question as to whether they will go back and cultivate the plot of land. The issue is left unresolved and we are left wondering. What role will this plot of land play in Lucy and her family’s future?
As the Peazant family tries to self actualize, the 'slave estate' keeps resurfacing or springing up from the ground. The Peazants exist in the forever space of slavery. Frank Wilderson argues that filmmakers who were a part of the LA Rebellion in the 1070s, like Dash, were among a cadre of artists who could make the slaves grammar of violence appear on the screen. Wilderson muses, Witness Julie Dash’s Daughters of the Dust. What prevents this film from having the life sucked out of it by some grandiose pabulum proclaiming its 'universal' message (e.g., the 'universal' message of immigration and all its trials and tribulation) is that Daughters of the Dust makes the spectator painfully aware that what is essential about the journey being contemplated and argued over by various members of the family is the impossibility of reducing it to an analogy. Certainly all immigrants all over the world leave one country (or one place) for another. But only Black folks migrate from one place to the next while remaining on the same plantation.
I argue that slavery and settler colonial power are terminal and ongoing in the US. I also argue that slavery and settler colonialism as ongoing forms of death-making power make the Black and Native alliances in Julie Dash’s novel and film possible. Dash creates a world where Black and Native people articulate and embody 'grammar[s] of suffering' that can be in dialogue with one another.
However, the moments when the Native (Savage) and the Black (Slave) share the time and place of 'no time and space' are only under certain conditions. Only during moments when the 'ontological death of the Slave and the Savage' are of primary concern to both communities can the Native and the Black be in dialogue. When Native people are struggling against their genocide and articulating genocide as the primary and elemental violence that needs to be eradicated, as opposed to the Native’s need for the recognition of sovereignty, is the moment where possibilities for dialogue are created.' This moment appears on the screen in Dash’s depictions of Black and Native peoples as interlocutors who discuss their survival with one another.
The more placeless and timeless buildings and works of art appear to be, the better. This corporate marketing logic explains why, in every apartment I’ve ever lived in, there’s a variant of the same painting in the hallway — an abstract blob of color in a frame. If the painting actually portrayed something, some residents might dislike it, so the apartment company decided to buy only abstract paintings. For similar reasons, the walls of all the apartments I’ve ever lived in have been an uncontroversial beige.
Michael Lind