". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Honk Country Merry Christmas!

Yo Ho Know ... Snow!

Yesterday, bright blue cloudless skies all day, temperatures in the low forties, yay!

We retire under a bright silver coin of a moon, effortless transcending the bit a gauze hanging about her.

I arose this morning to large, white snowflakes falling apace.

Srsly. It's a cumin' down.

I am wishing hard for all the snow to stop long before the weekend so I can get to NYC without any troubles.


K. said...

Or, better, that it will snow so hard that you'll just have to stay in Maryland!

Foxessa said...

Not this time. I couldn't bear to miss our annual New Year's VodĂșn Eve with our dear friends, particularly this year, the first year Kettia's been rescued out of Haiti. We promised ourselves all through that 6 month ordeal that we were going to have the wham bangest up NY Eve this year to celebrate -- one of the ways we all kept the faith that she, and her mother too, who had gone down to be with her and protect her however long it took, to get her here.

It would break my heart to miss that.

Love, C.