Friday, June 27, 2008

Dedicated to my beautiful brown women

"when i am alone"

i don't think much about my pain.
when i am alone
i am separate from my body,
my womanness,
my blackness,
my queerness.

when i am alone, i am nothingness.

when i am with my other women of color,
i feel strong, but i feel weak, too.
more fragile.
just by being reminded of their pain, i am
reminded of all those little cracks inside me,
those tiny vulnerable spots that could
cause a chasm inside of me and
tear me in two, make me
crumble to the floor.

but i feel empowered by knowing they are there-
their love is a mother's shield-
they offer up their own bruised (but not broken)
backs to protect mine.
it is this love
and this comfort
and this protection
that helps me grow-
helps me accept the cracks and imperfections,
the human flaws,
so that i can accept what i am
who i am,
that i am real:

my anger is real
my sadness is real
my love is real.
my body and my thoughts and my emotions are
real and raw and valid.

they have taught me that
i am not "nothing"-
i was born out of something beautiful
and we will all continue to grow into
something beautiful.

i look forward to continuing to watch us grow.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

I wish I was a normal person...


... who could sleep at 4 in the am, rather than THINKING ABOUT HER DIV3 AGAIN. 

Let me reiterate this. It won't be for another 3 yrs. Why am I planning it all now? I dunno.. wtf. 

I was watching the BET Awards show and there was a performance with T-Pain. He was wearing a tophat and a suit and looked JUST LIKE Zip Coon. It was frightening, really. I mentioned it to my mother, and I thought she would be like, "race and minstrelsy stuff, here we go again..." but instead she got enraged, too. In fact, she was angrier than I was. I loved it. I feel like I'm rubbing off on my mother, or maybe she originally rubbed off on me. I have, literally, four or five stacks of HER books in my room, all about race and gender (and even a little about sexuality!) and more specifically women of color and literature and theory. It's a beautiful thing.. Just be warned, there are a LOT of notes.

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ZIP COON, you motherfucker, you are the ring leader of this whole damned show.

You are the master. I hate you.
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I want this play to be conscious of itself, the same way that the Hamlet play was aware of itself. The characters, for the most part, are aware of themselves as characters. For the first act, I want a laugh track. I want things about the characters to be overly exagerrated. I want a lot of slapstick comedy.

I want everything to be upside down in this world. The same way that Hamlet drove himself by faking sanity.
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Zip Coon, more of a ringleader, sets the stage of the show. Cracks some jokes, very joker-like. He is aware of the 4th wall and himself as a character, is constantly breaking it. He is he one that talks to the audience the most. He cracks the master jokes, introduces the characters, etc, etc, blah blah. I want to think about using puppetry with him, too. Maybe to introduce the first act, you see his shadow getting chased by dogs. You hear a voice yelling, "Get him," and the sound of dogs barking, clown music playing. You see the shadows of him being chased through the scrim/ sheet/ whatever. You finally see him enter the stage, looking tired, but a big shit-eating grin on his face, and of course his first statement is an "Oooooohhh-wee! You see massa anywhere? No? Cuz he done sent dem ole hounds on me again! Caught me inner wawdy-melon patch down yonder." Continues with something or other similar to this, cracks a coupla jokes. "Now we can start de show. Dis here's (Title) and its my show." Maybe he talks in rhyme, like a jester?

We later find out that there is no master, it really was HIS show. When everything goes to disarray, he re-enters in Act 2 and tries to fix everything. Maybe he pulls out a gun or something, tries to force them to go back to the way things were. I don't know WHY he's in charge, or what that says yet. But I'll figure it out.

(Zip Coon most likely wants to restore the world order. I'm thinking about "The Elizabethan World Picture here- who turns the world upside down? Is it Mammy? Is it Uncle Tom? How is "nature" restored? What IS "natural" in this world? This whole world is upside down to begin with. What am I trying to say with this piece, with a black person controlling these images, with them "switching roles?"

I think that's why Bamboozled ended the way it did. How do you "go back" after something like that happens in this world? Maybe I can take a page out of Spike Lee's book. I feel like in the end, Uncle-Tom-turned-"thug" is the only one who is brave enough to go against Zip Coon. And he has his own gun. They have a face-off and then there is a tense moment and the screen goes down. And you hear two gunshots ring out, and then on the scrim you see the last scenes of Bamboozled? Something crazy happens?

End in darkness with the clip from Bamboozled: " I don't want anything to do with anything black for at least a week."


I also want an old man who don 't do NOTHIN but sit in a rocking chair sippin on iced tea during select scenes. Maybe he's the "hype man" for Zip Coon during the breaks, "Heh, heh, heh. I think I hear them dogs comin this way."
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The show begins with the theme song for Good Times playing.
You see Mammy in her usual housedress and slippers, hair in a scarf, ironing something, and humming/singing along. All you see is her overexagerrated butt waving in beat with the music.

(Example of a possible script here?
Song ends, she's still singing aloud, mostly to herself.

Door busts open, in sitcom-y style. Two very silly looking boys walk in.

Aww, no, Mammy, you ain't watchin that rubbish again?

She spins around, you finally see her face.

Oh boy, now dontchu start wit me! This is mah house, and I see fit to do as I please!)


Characters goes as follows (for now):

- Zip Coon: joker of this world, turns out to be controlling it, wants things to stay the same, breaks the 4th wall, talks to the audience. suit and tophat, cane?

- Mammy: begins the play, my character, has Mammy monologues. house dress at first, scarf. She is matronly, but doesn't really have children. Everyone just walks in her house. No husband. No age, although seems old, because of motherly role. Then.. maybe runs around in a slip? Seduced by Uncle Tom. Big breasts, large (fake) bottom. Goes from mammy to sexual being when she is "liberated" (through seduction.)

- Uncle Tom: I want him to read Ted Joan's "Nice Colored Man" as his main monologue. I wanted Uncle Tom to be young at first, now I don't know... He is really polite at first, really cares about what the "white man" thinks. Mammy and Tom are NOT together to begin with. Becomes the "monstrous black man" after poem. Seduces mammy in a "hungry" way. Begins to hate white man, causes mischief, almost "thuggish", full of hate. Has face-off with Zip Coon by the end of the play. (Eeny, meeny, miney, moe/ Catch a whitey by the toe/ If he hollars, cut his throat: These are the last lines of Ted Joans' poem "Nice Colored Man", my inspiration for Uncle Tom's character, and the inspiration for my blog name, too!!)

- Yella Gal: Seen as total slut/bimbo, but actually very innocent. Only one not in Blackface, constantly told how she could almost pass for white if she wasn't always running around with them "good-for-nothing nigger boys." Raped/sexually abused when younger? Especially by white men, maybe mother was raped by a white man. Tragic character. Falls in love with The Intellectual, he begins to educate her a bit. He impregnates her. She plans on escaping, starting new life for her and her baby, but ends up committing suicide/going a bit crazy Ophelia-style because of the pressure of motherhood (The Black Woman) or I dunno, I don't want her to be the weak victim all the time. (Maybe the only character left alive or sane or going back to the way thing were in the end of the play is Mammy,who takes the Yella Gal's child to rear it up as her own. She might put her scarf back on to symbolize this..?)

- The Radical Intellectual: New in town, very radical. Hates white man of course, but everything feels like he is intellectualizing their oppression and make fun of him, don't understand what he's talking about, black separatism, fighting the man, blah blah blah. Brings only books with him, totally broke. Starts fling with yella gal because she's the closest thing to white in the town (ironic moment? "downfall" of black man, loves white women). Helps inspire Uncle Tom, gives him a book, maybe? Says monologue "Dear Whitey, Please Give Me Back My Watermelon" that's where you really see the first change in characters, his is the most blatant, begins changing in the monologue, talking about how he had to give up things for the white man, his vocabulary, fried chicken, etc, but can't give up watermelon- the melon is what turns him into your average lazy coon. Forgets about everything, just wants to be lazy. Although everyone in this world is going through a rebellion, his can be seem as a recession. But as seen in the Dear Whitey poem, his life is still controlled by the white man's stereotypes. He thinks he is escaping them by doing the exact opposite but he is still playing their game. Reverting to his coonish ways, by being lazy and eating his watermelon and using ebonics, and enjoying them, he is reclaiming them in a way - this is his personal rebellion, his own revolution!

Pickaninnies: Children of all different ages that run in and out of the scenes. They could be Mammy's children but no one knows exactly who they belong to. They are wild, playing dice and gambling, reprsenting the more cartoon-y stereotypes of black people. They change by being quieter, neater dressed, carrying books, holding doors, small changes for comedic effect.

Old Man: Kind of like Zip Coon's hype man. Sits ina rocking chair encouraging Zip's interactions with the audience, says little, does little. Even his change is for comedic effect. Maybe seen knitting? Maybe reading book, tells ZC to "shh! Im reading!" Maybe rocking chair just left empty on stage when ZC wants to talk to him...? I dunno yet.

Of course, during intermission, I'll be serving watermelon, fried chicken and kool-aid, but fancy, have servers giving them out like au doirves (sp??)
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If you were able to read all of that, you are amazing and thank you. 

Here's a clip to the video that started it all:

http://www.prefixmag.com/media/t-pain/ringleader-performance-bet-awards-2008-video/19560/

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Book List

So I went rummaging through my mother's books a couple of days ago. She literally has boxes and boxes and bookcases and bookcases full of books that we don't use, and that are in the basement for storage, just collecting dust. I know that she's very attached to these books, especially since all of them were paid for with her hard-earned money, mostly in college, but it's really tempting to not wan to take them all. I have decided that I would like to rekindle my love affair with literature.

When I was younger, I wold devour books- It took me only a couple of days to read a book, and I was always clutching a novel in my right hand, like an extension of my body. Sadly enough, I haven't been reading in college for pleasure, so I went downstairs and grabbed as many books that interested me as possible. I ended up making four trips. I now have two stacks of books at the foot of my bed, each a foot high, and three smaller stacks about half that size. Every single book is either about being black, being a woman, or being a black woman. I am in heaven. 

So far this summer, I have read Zami and Stone Butch Blues. Both were okay, although I liked Zami a whole lot more that SBB- but we'll leave the book review for another day. I am also almost done with Go Tell It on the Mountain, but keep forgetting it at work. I would like to read more books relating to queerness, seeing as I know nothing about queerness past (a sliver) of the queer black girl/woman experience, so I would like to expand my knowledge on the subject. My friend is going to give me Middlesex to read soon, which I am looking forward to. I just started This Bridge Called My Back today, but didn't go past the preface. I want to take my time with this book. Although it's an anthology, I know that I will enjoy it immensely- it already inspired me to think a bit and write something, a tribute piece I started, dedicated to my women of color. 

The books that I still want are as follows:

Corregidora- Gayl Jones
Teducation- Ted Joans
Colonize This!- edited by Cherrie Moraga
Games for Actors and Non-Actors- Agosto Boal (I lost my copy) 

I will definitely be adding to the list as time goes, but these will most likely be my birthday gift to myself. Goodbye for now!


Thursday, June 12, 2008

I wrote myself a letter today...

Dear Self-

I was inspired by Oprah today (lolz) to do self-affirmations and envision what I want, so that I can achieve these goals. On the list of what I want is, of course, my passport, my license, new clothes and all of that good stuff. But I also want to be "normal" sized. People telling you that you are beautiful and "not overweight" is very kind, but rather annoying. Because to everyone else, you are huge. You are fat and you can't fit into a lot of clothes at a lot of stores. Is that normal? You get back pains form your extremely large breasts while your skinny friend can go around braless. Is that normal too? I am tired of feeling this way about my body. I am tired of feeling fat. I am tired of being fat. But most importantly I am tired of not doing anything about it. Occasionally, I get the drive to do some pushups for a week or two, but it always fails after a while. I want this time to be different. I know that I have to take it a day at a time- that's the only way to succeed. From now on, I will make an effort to change the way I look, feel, and think about myself. I will do this through exercise and personal grooming and affirmatives:

* I will walk to and from the T Station every day (unless the weather won't permit it). This will help me with my weight, along with saving me money. 

* I will do stretches and exercise daily in my room. 

* I will actively play with my little brother (badminton, volleyball, walks, bike rides, swimming, etc instead of videogames, watching TV) every week. 

* I will drink as much water as humanly possible.

* I will eat regularly. No more 1 meal a day- I think I'm making myself very sick and faint that way. And no eating after 9PM!

* I will feel good about how I dress and look, while also telling myself so all the time. 

* I will masturbate regularly (hey, this is healthy and relaxing- don't judge me! It worked for my friend.) 

* I will take time to groom myself (nice-smelling lotions, perfume (??), manicures, make-up, play with different hair styles).

* When I'm bored, I'll go pick up a book or write, rather than bumming out on the computer, as usual. An active mind, an active body- they go hand in hand. 

These will be the keys to my success!! I will blog my progress. 

-Damali (aka Stokes) 

Day 1: 5 min of stretching, 30 side crunches, 20 start crunches, 1 push-up (ish), lolz.
Weighed in at: 250lbs. I can't believe I put on 20-30 lbs in a year. Yikes.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Is it a little too early for this??



... Yeah, I'm a good 2-3 years early, but today I brainstormed a bit on what I want to do for my Div II/ Div III stuff. 

So check it out!
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DIV 2 Ideas:

Run a series of workshops for young girls of color (specifically young black girls aged 12-19) about identity stuff.. how they believe black women are portrayed in media, the history of black women stereotypes, etc.. At least 4 sessions together, maybe an hour or two hours long??

Use writing (poetry, personal essays), art (self-portraits, body maps), readings (For Colored Girls, The Black Woman, Colonize This!) visuals (photos- Hotentot Venus, maybe video?) theater (most likely theater of the oppressed) and discussion to run these workshops. We can end by doing a forum theater piece somewhere at Hampshire...

(Maybe) I will use some of their work to inspire some monologues or skits, or a theater piece of my own- help me with my Div III

I also want to do a similar workshop to this one but for adult women (maybe only a day-long workshop on HC as a test for the month-long workshop?)

Div 3 Ideas:

The (Sexual) Liberation of Mammy

A minstrel show.
Want to start a troupe-like group, work with them for like... a year in order to get comfortable enough to do minstrel show. ALL BLACK CAST.

Look more at the black woman...
What does it mean to be a Black mother?
How is the black woman sexualized? How is she not sexualized? How is she dehumanized?

Series of poems, creative writing pieces...
More workshop process with Minstrel troupe... maybe perform multiple times, at each of the diff schools? Idk... maybe perform in local high schools???
troupe do guerilla theater stuff, maybe invisible theater stuff- walk around valley area in blackface???? living statues, performances around valley, maybe take i to a city???

I've also been thinking a lot about the Hottentot Venus... She's got this very interesting history. I would really like to add her into my studies of the Black Woman somehow... 


I definitely encourage you to "Google that Shit": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hottentot_Venus

Sunday, June 8, 2008

First Post

I have no idea what to post... so an old poem will suffice!

It is called "Memories of Home." Although I am home now, I still like it... I miss what home used to be... that idealistic haven. But Hampshire is home now too... so maybe I'll make a MoH part deux. So here goes nothing...

"Memories of Home"

i miss the city and the boston skyline
the way the buildings light up
and the charles twists and turns
while the white sailboats dance
across its rolling brown backside

i miss the smell of shea butter and garlic
that lurked on my mothers skin
very rarely is she well enough to cool
so my nose welcomes that pungent sting of herbs
that clings, like a child, to her clothes

i miss the tree that grew in the frontyard of my Philly home
my tinychild hands would run over the rough bark
encircle my arms around the thick trunk
dark and brown like my own skin

i miss the faces of my family, my people
the air always thick with the smell of weed and frying fish
smooth island accents fluttering like a cool jamaican breeze
bringing back memories of enjoying
fresh coconut milk under palm trees
or daddy climbing the mango tree in the backyard
until he was out of sight-
and my childish heart would skip, out of fear that
he has taken up wings and flown to heaven.