More on Glissant, 'For Opacity' :
Manthia Diawara, on Glissant's poetics (lecture to the European Graduate school, 2019)
"taxonomies are put in place, and the poem is buried... poetry was buried there in order to bring systems, systematicy, transparency and underestanding"
but to Glissant, the poem was the only dimension of truth. Connotative language is as important as denotive, perhaps more so...
starting at 2:15
"a rhizome isn't so much a discrete thing
as it is an eminent process that can [ keyword :
can ] allow us to question hierarchical organization"
lots of issues with definitions of rhizomes & the whole
idea that deluze & guattari actually came up with this,
but the video is a starting point.
_____________________they bring up some decent
ideas about how to reconsider the classroom's tradition
of ordering information . challenging the dynamic of
teachers knowing everything & the students being
blank canvases to have ideas poured into that is
the foundation of western education
google education's context in the industrial revolution
if you wanna learn more about that foundation
challenging hierarchal organization extends beyond
how theories of knowledge are shared in universities
or other learning environments tho
the concept expands to challenging how hierarchies
are maintained through racial capitalism , patriarchy ,
imperialism , etc etc etc .
____________________that's what these french men
failed to see , cuz ofc they would . theyre white , dialectically
they also don't ever acknowledge how learning how to
literally order our systems & societies is Indigenous knowledge .
cuz ofc they wouldnt . their intellectual predecessors of
the academy are the reason we don't value Indigenous knowledges
as valid on a societal level in the first place for fucks sake
whole time there was someone considering rhizomes
through the lenses of racial capitalism & imperialism at least
literally at the same time they were . he just doesn't get
the same recognition that deluze & guattari get
i wonder why… (te)
As Glissant says, archipelagic thought teaches us that one can change through the exchange with the other, without losing or diluting one’s sense of self.
I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?
Deep in spring, the rain's passed- West Lake is good.
A hundred grasses vie in beauty,
Confusion of butterflies, clamour of bees,
The clear day hurries the blossom to burst forth in the warmth.
Oars in lilies, a painted barge moving without haste.
I think I see a band of sprites-
Light reflected in the ripples,
The high wind carries music over the broad water.
Deep in Spring, the Rain's Passed (Picking Mulberries)
The autumn hill gathers remaining light,
A flying bird chases its companion before.
The green colour is momentarily bright,
Sunset mist has no fixed place.