Are we brave enough to hope out loud? In which areas of life do we long for space, and what does abundance of space look like? Is this something we can give to ourselves?
I laid traps for myself and my anxiety this week, made sure the barbed wire drowned in incense, petals, and secret visions of a kinder tomorrow.
And kindness.
I think the barbed wire dissolved and couldn’t handle the kindness.
Tripped, fell, sunk, again.
Det ser ut som att jag faller men jag vet att jag är fri.
Sarah
sorry to deceive you.
Tripped over digital space
Found a distraction in the dis-
traction
A pull and a push known as substantive.material
Wires laid everywhere
Push guaranteed shove
Zoomed conversations with a disrespect for time zones
Always there in spirit
Downright hauntological
Some things first
Arrange them there
Like them best
Love them here
Geography is our mf bassline
And in no universe can Bitamazire rhyme with everywhere,
intended or not.
The wrath of the Bunyoro-Kitara is now amongst us,
A melodic violence of sorts -
And so, we play.
-- -
of what use is rhyme for i possess rhythm
hostility occurs as hugs across constituents
continental shifts with seismic implications
communicating negated shoves and a push
when its composition is a pull into belonging
where our etymologies of barbarism are still
at work raiding dialects for significance and
calling them progressive
&new
&government
bargaining cars chickens and pot when they
mean cannabis they mean taxes they mean
we need your money now
they mean
our hauntologies will not permit such lack of over-engineering made social
(maybe they missed the late 1900s)
what say our orukurato of our persistence
toward independence that they may pass
a new grain into igesa as if we did not already
have it before your enlightenment called it
illegal and after we perfected it as a ritual
traded it along lines
omugo bitamazire demanded
their due in currency or kingdoms or tribute
or melody or riffs or material or substance
but not rhyme for that is wrath
a violence
with end
and
we are incomplete
and we
are improper
and
they are always there in spirit
et. al. everywhe...
punctuation offers no such solace
Upper & lowercase: Sarah Bitamazire
case [in]sensitive: quincéy.xavier
