- Defining, theory, praxis, philosophy
- Yearning, creating, intentions
- Haunting, ancestry, accountability
- Belonging, yearning, chosen family, choosing self,
- Sex magic, haunting, erotica,
- Webs, needs, sustaining, intimacy, tenderness
- Illness, disability, trauma, community, grief
- Dlozi, haunting, healing, remembering & misremembering
- Defining, exploring, trauma, healing
“If you want to teach people a new way of thinking, don't bother trying to teach them. Instead, give them a tool, the use of which will lead to new ways of thinking.”
— R. Buckminster Fuller
Sit with your loved ones for dinner today and talk about the stories of your ancestors. Notice how the air feels during the conversation.
The body is a haunted terrain—a living record of personal, familial, social, and epigenetic memory. To look at my father’s body now—the way he shuffles when he walks, the atrophy in his once-nimble fingers, the nerve pain in his feet, the cloudiness in his eyes as he loses his sight—it too is a record of a forgotten life, and of the systems that failed it. I carry the memory of him in his splendor and his decline. And what I carry of him is also connected to the land, its seam connecting memory, legacy into the future. Memory itself is a kind of map, linked to textures, smells, songs, places, the act of remembering in and of itself a kind of haunting. Music is one of the few portals I have into my fragmented memory, and writing the only way I know to recover my people from the nothing of forgetting, to resist the erasure of the border and its constant overwriting of history, to salvage what is disappearing.
∆ Vanessa Angélica Villarreal, from “La Cancion de la Nena,” Oxford American (Summer 2021)