Seashells For Teeth
Radical Black & Brown Feminist Poet Artist Bringing What I Need Into The Universe
GPOY at Durham, NC’s Stand with Gaza Rally
What counts as activism? Why didn’t the kind of emotional self-care me and my girls were doing—talking to each other about all the fucked-up shit we were going through as brown girls—count? Why didn’t my best friend driving her elderly East African mother to the doctor and renegotiating her way through the layers of the racist, sexist, condescending bullshit medical system count as activism? Did staying alive count as activism? Did re-learning Tamil, one of my Sri Lankan family’s languages, count? Did cooking good Sri Lankan food and learning how to cook those recipes I didn’t have female family members around to teach me count? As a South Asian femme immigrant who was having a shitty week, did shopping at the MAC counter and finding the perfect shade of fuchsia lip gloss for my milk-tea skin count?
-Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, “A Time to Hole Up And a Time to Kick Ass” in We Don’t Need Another Wave
16 year old me <3
manufactoriel:

White Patty You Dont Shine, 1987-88  by Carrie Mae Weems 


Mon oncle d’amerique (Alain Resnais, 1980)

vocal exercises

…the sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own head…
-Primo Levi
granpiramide:

ECC0JAMS V0L1
msfackitall:

Teenage Wasteland: Japanese Youth in Revolt, 1964
Photos by Michael Rougier
I absolutely love that TIME is putting out a bunch of unreleased photo stories that never got published.
truthmagic:

crystallizations:

Kazuo Haba, early 1970s.

life at the moment
moma:

Frida Kahlo, born today in 1907, painted this powerful work shortly after divorcing Diego Rivera, who had been unfaithful. 
[Frida Kahlo. Self-Portrait with Cropped Hair. 1940.]
listen,
you a wonder.
you a city
of a woman.
you got a geography
of your own.
listen,
somebody need a map
to understand you.
somebody need directions
to move around you.
listen,
woman,
you not a noplace
anonymous
girl;
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
some
damn
body!
-What the Mirror Said, Lucille Clifton