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it's getting better all the time
Oct. 1st, 2009 12:42 pmTwo things that got me out of my black mood -
1. Patricia Hill Collins. I think the mess yesterday hit me harder than usual because I'd just been really grappling for the first time with Foucault and postmodern despair. I'd just come out of a classroom session that was very heavy on the nothing is possible, everything is coopted end of deconstructionism, and everything that was happening seemed to me to be only demonstrating the proof of that. Depressing. But - god, I don't know where I'd be without the power of Black feminism. Hill Collins has an absolutely gorgeous critique of the postmodern edifice - one of those readings which in retrospect seems so clear, so obvious - in her book "Fighting Words." The relevant chapter is "What's Going On? Black Feminist Thought and the Politics of Postmodernism," and the whole thing is almost available on GoogleBooks here. It's worth a read - I really wish someone had handed it to me before the four hundred pages of Foucault.
2. This morning, for totally unfun class-related reasons, I found myself on the front page of the Project Muse journal database. And I saw this image:
looking up at me from the new arrivals section. I'd heard that the issue existed, and I'd actually read some of the articles all ready, but I hadn't heard about the cover. To see that lovely still - a still from a fanvid! - representing me, us, in all our nerdy and bespectacled glory, made me absolutely gasp. Congrats to everyone who printed in the issue - I'm going to hunt it down this afternoon in the Uni library, because I really want to hold a hard copy in my hands of this - an academic journal, in a University library, with a still from a fanvid on the front cover. Just. wow.
1. Patricia Hill Collins. I think the mess yesterday hit me harder than usual because I'd just been really grappling for the first time with Foucault and postmodern despair. I'd just come out of a classroom session that was very heavy on the nothing is possible, everything is coopted end of deconstructionism, and everything that was happening seemed to me to be only demonstrating the proof of that. Depressing. But - god, I don't know where I'd be without the power of Black feminism. Hill Collins has an absolutely gorgeous critique of the postmodern edifice - one of those readings which in retrospect seems so clear, so obvious - in her book "Fighting Words." The relevant chapter is "What's Going On? Black Feminist Thought and the Politics of Postmodernism," and the whole thing is almost available on GoogleBooks here. It's worth a read - I really wish someone had handed it to me before the four hundred pages of Foucault.
2. This morning, for totally unfun class-related reasons, I found myself on the front page of the Project Muse journal database. And I saw this image:
looking up at me from the new arrivals section. I'd heard that the issue existed, and I'd actually read some of the articles all ready, but I hadn't heard about the cover. To see that lovely still - a still from a fanvid! - representing me, us, in all our nerdy and bespectacled glory, made me absolutely gasp. Congrats to everyone who printed in the issue - I'm going to hunt it down this afternoon in the Uni library, because I really want to hold a hard copy in my hands of this - an academic journal, in a University library, with a still from a fanvid on the front cover. Just. wow.