#Whitey on the Moon
Text
"There is reason, after all, that some people wish to colonize the moon, and others dance before it as an ancient friend."
#our world#lift every voice and sing#sing to the moon#james baldwin#quotes#free us all#whitey on the moon#settler colonialism
96 notes
·
View notes
Video
youtube
Lecture 20: More spoken word from pioneering rap trailblazer Gil Scott-Heron (1949-2011). Here is the renaissance man’s legendary spoken word protest rap, “Whitey on the Moon” from 1970, a song about the dire poverty and hopelessness pervasive in a number of African American communities at the time of the moon landing in July 1969. This is a recording of Scott-Heron performing the reading live, and his remarkable stage presence and great sense of humour are evident from the get-go here. Recorded a year after the historic moon landing, this piece is a reminder of how alienated and disfranchised many African Americans felt in the aftermath of the Civil Rights Movement.
#Gil Scott-Heron#Spoken Word#Protest Music#Rap#Whitey on the Moon#1970#Soul#Funk#Black Power#Civil Rights Movement#Moon landing#1969#injustice#race relations
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
It was a belated awakening. For many American Jews, Oct. 7 uncovered the deep rot in the elite institutions they had invested in for decades, psychically and financially. A recent poll found that 73% of Jewish students experienced or witnessed antisemitic incidents since the beginning of this academic school year, a 22-fold increase over the year before. Jewish students have been punched, spat upon, assaulted with sticks, shouted at, and corralled by students in kaffiyehs.
But it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the DEI regime has fostered the flourishing of campus antisemitism under the Palestinian banner. Having established Jews as members of the “oppressor” class and defined “justice” as the dismantling of this class, the officially sanctioned ideology has given license to the Palestinian vanguard to demand fulfillment of the progressive promise, “by any means necessary,” while turning Jewish students into piñatas.
In New York City public colleges, a kippa-wearing, red-headed leprechaun named Ilya Bratman—former U.S. Army tankist, applied linguist, long-distance runner, and immigrant from the former Soviet Union—has witnessed up close the socialization of young Americans into this toxic worldview. A teacher of English composition at Baruch and John Jay colleges who holds a Ph.D. in education from the Jewish Theological Seminary, he also serves as executive director of Hillel at eight CUNY and SUNY colleges.
…
After the students use cookie cutters to shape chocolate chip cookie dough into Stars of David, Bratman grabbed a microphone and stepped forward. “Last week, everybody was already seated in my 8:00 a.m. class, and a student comes in and she says to me, “Wow, I can’t believe you bombed that hospital last night and killed all those people.”
…
Bratman’s reaction, as a teacher, was to affirm the importance of sound reasoning and argumentation—and, of course, language. “I told her, ‘Wow, I can’t believe you forgot completely everything I taught you about the accusative voice and the proper use of the pronoun ‘you,’ because you just said that ‘I’ did this,” he recounted. “‘I’ bombed the hospital. What hospital? Where? Who?’”
…
Bratman believes strongly in America and the American dream. Teaching American students in New York City has brought him face-to-face with an entirely different worldview—one that appears to be particularly common among students from officially sanctioned “minority” backgrounds. The students don’t appreciate what a gift they’ve been given to live in America. Instead, they are lost in a zero-sum game of calculating relative oppressions. This fixation stops them from learning, Bratman believes, in part because it assures them that they will fail.
In his composition classes, he explained, he tries to get his students to create and support an argument. One week, he asked them to write about space exploration. Should we go to space? Or should we not?
One girl argued in favor of space travel because “white people will move to space, maybe to Mars, or wherever,” creating a gap, or an opening into which the “indigenous brown and black people can move up in the class structure and fill that gap left behind by the white people who will move to Mars.”
“There’s a lot to unpack there, isn’t there?” Bratman responded. “First of all, the belief in this structure where white people are on top, everybody else on the bottom, and the only way to move up is if the white people leave.”
Another girl wrote that no, we should not have space travel because then the white people would colonize the Martian people, as they always do, and ruin the Martians’ lives.
…
The narrative of victimhood has become welded to these young people’s identity, leading to an increased detachment from, and a sense of grievance toward, America—the irony of course being that they and their parents chose to immigrate here. One girl in the class told him: “I am here in this country against my will.” Bratman asked her: “Who’s holding you? Tell me, please. I’m frightened for you,” showcasing his high-energy, high-drama style. “Everybody’s laughing, and I asked her, ‘Where are you from?’ And she says, ‘Haiti.’ OK. ‘And where were you born?’ And she says, ‘Brooklyn.’”
“So you’re actually from Brooklyn. Your parents are from Haiti,” he repeated. “Who’s holding you back? Do you really want to go to Haiti today? You should actually go and see what life is like in a noncapitalist, depressed country that is in a desperate economic struggle. Or go to Gaza to a totalitarian, autocratic, hateful, homophobic nation. Or go to North Korea, go to Iran, go to all the places as a young woman, and see what life is really like.”
…
Bratman told me he had a student at John Jay whom he will never forget, a student struggling mightily at school. “I had many conversations with him,” Bratman said. “I’d say, ‘come, come on, keep going, keep going.’ And he said, ‘No, I’m thinking of dropping out.’”
“And I’m like, no, no, get through this class. I got you. I got you. And I carried him through this course. And on the last day he came to see me, and he said, ‘I dropped out of all the classes except for yours. Everybody in my family, including my mother and my grandparents—I don’t know my father—my uncles and everybody said, ‘What are you doing? Why are you going to college? You can get a job now for $20 an hour, and when you graduate, you’re gonna get a job for $20 an hour. What’s the purpose?’”
Bratman seemed genuinely sad—not angry or offended, just sad—about what he heard next. “No one ever believed in me,” the student said. “I can’t believe that the first and only person who’s ever believed in me is a white Jew.”
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jazz Friday - Aja Monet
I'm always late to the party but I get there in the end. Just discovered Aja Monet and the album "When the Poems Do What They Do".
Here she is performing The Devil You Know last November at the Lodge Room in Los Angeles.
“The Devil you know, taxes the air we breathe, privatizes the water, profits off homelessness, strangles the land and injects hormones in animals, rapes the people and rewards the rich”
Now this is good stuff but check out the short film on You Tube and you will be even more blown away.
youtube
I am a big Gil Scott Heron fan and when I first saw her Jazz is Dead performance I immediately thought of him. So it is reassuring to see him referenced in the film.
Here he is performing Whitey on the Moon and you can see that The Devil You Know takes up many of the same societal issues. Not a lot has changed in America in the last 50 years. In fact the possibility of a more equal society seems even more distant in 2024 than perhaps it did in 1970 when Whitey was released.
youtube
The radio station KCRW included the album in their 23 best albums of 2023 saying it is a refuge from the endless scroll of mindless content. A deep dive into an ocean of feeling. Monet wields words like a weapon, igniting passion that moves the listener to new levels of understanding.
The album is also is nominated for a Grammy in the Best Spoken Word Poetry Album at this years ceremony on 4th February 2024.
Post Date: 05/01/2024
#aja monet#when the poems do what they do#the devil you know#gil scott heron#whitey on the moon#jazz friday#Youtube
6 notes
·
View notes
Link
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the Moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the Moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the Moon)
Ten years from now I'll be paying still.
(while Whitey's on the Moon)
0 notes
Text
UPDATE: The S-Ranks That I Raised (211)
“I really am fine.”
“You aren’t, hyung.”
Read Chapter 211: Blue's Move (1) now!
Request access to the My S-Ranks translations by sending us your email through an ask, or by DMing us on Tumblr or Twitter.
#sfs translations#the s ranks that i raised#the s classes that i raised#c: whitey#c: blacky#c: han yoojin#c: do hamin#c: sorok#c: blue#c: han yoohyun#c: moon hyuna
38 notes
·
View notes
Note
We have a poem here, it's called "Whitey On The Moon"
It was inspired by some whiteys on the moon
So I wanna give credit where credit is due
A rat done bit my sister Nell
With whitey on the moon
Her face and arms began to swell
And whitey's on the moon
I can't pay no doctor bills
But whitey's on the moon
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still
While whitey's on the moon
The man just upped my rent last night
Cause whitey's on the moon
No hot water, no toilets, no lights
But whitey's on the moon
I wonder why he's upping me?
Cause whitey's on the moon?
Well I was already giving him fifty a week
With whitey on the moon
Taxes taking my whole damn check
Junkies making me a nervous wreck
The price of food is going up
And as if all that shit wasn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell
With whitey on the moon
Her face and arm began to swell
And whitey's on the moon
Was all that money I made last year
For whitey on the moon?
How come I ain't got no money here?
Hmm! Whitey's on the moon
Y'know I just 'bout had my fill
Of whitey on the moon
I think I'll send these doctor bills
Airmail special
To whitey on the moon
yeah that's fair
165 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dedicated to all you Negroes who are losing your mind about the Solar Eclipse; LMAO:
Whitey On The Moon
Gil Scott-Heron
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
(while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I was already payin' 'im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that shit wasn't enough
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lovecraft Country S1.E2: Whitey’s on the Moon
#jonathan majors#jurnee smollett#courtney b vance#lovecraft country#atticus#leticia#uncle george#moviegifs#movie gifs#film gifs#filmgifs#hbo max#black people in horror movies
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
i like jawbone’s externalisation of his capacity for violence. he stays in werewolf form all the time to say that he is the same person, whether he is under the influence of the full moon and biting somebody or spring cleaning in his tighty-whiteys.
compare this to the abernants, for whom appearance is everything. elven and elegant and reserved. adaine has to wear a uniform not because her institution requires it, but because her parents require it. they do all they can to give the correct appearance. but they are the wilfully violent ones, the destructive, hateful, loveless ones.
no wonder adaine and her furious fist, not only admitting to violence but revelling in the justice it can bring, found a home with jawbone.
#so many thoughts#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#adaine abernant#jawbone o'shaughnessey#ted talks
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Billions for space, pennies for the hungry. Whitey on the moon. Space travel just angered black people a lot, and it was the civil rights movement so we just stopped doing it. Imagine if every penny spent on welfare and affirmative action and foreign aid was spent on space travel instead. We might have moon colonies by now, and the gaping maw of hungry parasites in the global south could just go unfed
okay so i ignored this guys other tedious asks but this one is a fun window into a sort of imagined history. can you imagine if this was true. thatd be crazy
56 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 (𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰)
Princess Shireen Baratheon: Shireen Baratheon is a noblewoman of House Baratheon of Dragonstone, and is the daughter and only child of Lord Stannis Baratheon and Lady Selyse Florent. Greyscale has left half of her left cheek and most of her neck covered in cracked and flaking, grey and black stony skin. She has suffered from nightmares since infancy. Stannis's army and retinue travels from Dragonstone to the Wall to respond to the wildling threat. At the Wall, he leaves Shireen at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea with her mother, while his army marches to Castle Black. After her father's death, she remains in the North under The North care and request to be send to Dorne to her cousin, wanting to refute her father's claims about Myrcella. Canon. Song Era.
Lord Edric Dayne: Edric Dayne, also known as Ned, is the Lord of Starfall and the head of House Dayne. His father, Gwayne Dayne is the elder brother of Ser Arthur, Lady Ashara, and Lady Allyria Dayne. Edric serves as the squire of Beric Dondarrion, Lord of Blackhaven. Edric's mother did not have enough milk for him when he was born, so he was nursed by Wylla, a servant at Starfall. At some point, Edric was told that Wylla was the mother of Jon Snow, the bastard of Lord Eddard Stark. Edric attempts to befriend a wary Arya during the brotherhood's travels, and her friend Gendry is scornful of their interactions. Ned tells Arya more about his family, and he is surprised that her father never spoke of Edric's aunt Ashara committing suicide over her broken heart. Ned hesitantly tells Arya that his aunt Allyria told him that Ashara and Eddard fell in love at the tourney at Harrenhal. Edric is back in Dorne. Canon. Song Era.
Edric Storm: Edric Storm is the bastard son of King Robert I Baratheon and Delena Florent. Edric is a sturdily attractive youth, with jet-black hair and deep blue eyes. He resembles his father, King Robert I, and has the characteristic hair, eyes, jaw, and cheekbones of House Baratheon. Edric also has the large ears common to House Florent. Edric was conceived by King Robert I Baratheon and Delena on the wedding night of Lord Stannis Baratheon to Selyse Florent, Delena's cousin, in the couple's wedding bed. Stannis saw this as an insult to his honor, so he sent Edric to Storm's End to foster with the boy's other uncle, Renly Baratheon. As Delena was a noblewoman, Edric was acknowledged by his father. Edric sails across the narrow sea past the Stepstones to Essos on the Mad Prendos with Andrew and other protectors. He is hiding in Lys. Canon. Song Era.
Mya Stone: Mya Stone is a young woman serving House Royce of the Gates of the Moon. She is the eldest of King Robert I Baratheon's bastards. Mya serves as a guide on the treacherous rocky climb from the Vale to the Eyrie, leading trains of mules, such as Whitey. She also transports foodstuffs from the foot of the Giant's Lance to the Eyrie. Mya is somewhat openly known to be the bastard daughter of the king, although she was not acknowledged by her father. She has vague memories of him, as a big strong man tossing her in the air and catching her. Myranda Royce reveals to "Alayne Stone" that Mya lost her virginity to Mychel. Mya still hoped for marriage, till the newly-knighted Mychel was ordered by his father, Lord Horton Redfort, to marry Ysilla Royce, daughter of Lord Yohn Royce of Runestone. Canon. Song Era.
Gendry Baratheon: Gendry is a blacksmith apprentice for Master Tobho Mott in King's Landing. He does not know he is a bastard son of King Robert I Baratheon until later when captured by Melisandre and the truth is revealed, his blood used in a ritual. Gendry looks like a young Renly Baratheon, albeit with a squarer jaw, bushier brows, and tangled hair. He has since been legitimized and inherited all titles held by his father before Robert became king, and appointed the new Warden of the South. Gendry is not the eldest of the bastards and by all means, he supports his "sister" Myrcella for lady of Storm's End but he also reclaims his sibligns as his own, rebuilding House Baratheon under a new sigil, changing the colors to the inverted ones, considering the house is now mostly bastards. Canon. Song Era.
Joy Hill: She is the bastard daughter of Gerion Lannister. According to her cousin Jaime, Joy is a sweet child, but a lonely one since her father Gerion disappeared. As part of the pact between Lord Tywin Lannister and Lord Walder Frey concerning the betrayal of Robb Stark in the Red Wedding, Joy is to wed a natural son of Walder from House Frey once she is older. After the siege of Riverrun, Lady Sybell Spicer mentions to Ser Jaime Lannister that his late father, Tywin, had promised a bride from Casterly Rock for her eldest son, Ser Raynald Westerling. Because Sybell mentions "joy", Jaime thinks Tywin intended for Joy Hill to marry Raynald. Sybell is angered at the idea of her son marrying a bastard. Joy would prefer the handsom Raynald as a husband. Eventually, Joy is send to Dorne alongside Myrcella new sworn sword so she would become less gloom and safety. Canon. Song Era.
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Man would not be a world but a million worlds, a billion worlds... This is Earth. Not the eternal and only home of mankind, but only a starting point of an infinite adventure." -- The End of Eternity, Isaac Asimov, 1955
"Whether it will become a force for good or ill depends on man, and only if the United States occupies a position of pre-eminence can we help decide whether this new ocean will be a sea of peace or a new terrifying theater of war... We choose to go to the Moon. We choose to go to the Moon... We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard." -- John F. Kennedy, 1962
"Perhaps the only real moral question was whether or not he was working on a new weapon, a new means of dismembering men or destroying cities. And the answer to that was negative. They were building a vehicle to carry instruments around the solar system, and that in itself was, if not worthwhile, at least harmless." -- The Man Who Fell to Earth, Walter Tevis, 1963
"Don't say that he's hypocritical. Say rather that he's apolitical. 'Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down? That's not my department!' says Wernher von Braun." -- Tom Lehrer, 1965
"'You think I'm suffering because I'm lonely. Hell, all Mars is lonely. Much worse than this... We came back,' Pris said, 'because nobody should have to live there. It wasn't conceived for habitation, at least not within the last billion years. It's so old. You feel it in the stones, the terrible old age.'" -- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick, 1968
"Was all that money I made last year for Whitey on the moon? How come there ain't no money here? Hm! Whitey's on the moon. Y'know I just about had my fill of Whitey on the moon. I think I'll send these doctor bills, airmail special, to Whitey on the moon." -- Gil Scott-Heron, 1970
"We've grown used to wonders in this century. It's hard to dazzle us. But for 25 years the United States space program has been doing just that... We'll continue our quest in space. There will be more shuttle flights and more shuttle crews and, yes, more volunteers, more civilians, more teachers in space." -- Ronald Reagan, 1986
"We are all Godseed, but no more or less so than any other aspect of the universe. Godseed is all there is -- all that Changes. Earthseed is all that spreads Earthlife to new earths. The universe is Godseed. Only we are Earthseed. And the Destiny of Earthseed is to take root among the stars." -- Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler, 1993
"They should've sent a poet." -- Contact, dir. Robert Zemeckis, 1997
"Life reached an evolutionary milestone when it climbed onto land from the ocean, but those first fish that climbed onto land ceased to be fish. Similarly, when humans truly enter space and are freed from the Earth, they cease to be human. So, to all of you I say this: When you think about heading into outer space without looking back, please reconsider. The cost you must pay is far greater than you could imagine." -- Death's End, Liu Cixin, translated by Ken Liu, 2016
"[A]ll I saw was death." -- William Shatner, 2022
#outer space#science fiction#scifi#asimov blogging#walter tevis#jfk#tom lehrer#philip k. dick#gil scott heron#ronald reagan#octavia butler#contact 1997#liu cixin#the three body problem#william shatner#star trek
81 notes
·
View notes
Text
THE BOOKS I READ IN 2023
*I read it before
**I read it more than once this year
Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, Common Grace
Adania Shibli, Minor Detail, translated from the Arabic by Elisabeth Jaquette
Ahmad Almallah, Bitter English
Alison Lubar, It Skips a Generation
Atef Abu Saif, The Drone Eats With Me: A Gaza Diary
Brynn Saito, Under a Future Sky
Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation
*Carolina Ebeid, You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior
Chanté L. Reid, Thot
*Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes
Christine Shan Shan Hou & Vi Khi Nao, Evolution of the Bullet
Christopher Okigbo, Labyrinths (with Paths of Thunder)
Cristina Rivera Garza, Liliana’s Invincible Summer
Dionne Brand, Chronicles of the Hostile Sun
*Dionne Brand, No Language is Neutral
Dionne Brand, Primitive Offensive
Édouard Louis, Who Killed My Father, translated from the French by Lorin Stein
**Emily Lee Luan, 回 / Return
Erin Marie Lynch, Removal Acts
Fady Joudah, Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance
Farid Tali, Prosopopoeia, translated from the French by Aditi Machado
Gabriel Palacios, A Ten Peso Burial For Which Truth Is Sign (coming out 2024)
Ghayath Almadhoun, Adrenalin, translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham
Hauntie, To Whitey & The Cracker Jack
Hervé Guibert, To the friend who did not save my life, translated from the French by Linda Coverdale
Hiromi Ito, Tree Spirits Grass Spirits, translated from the Japanese by Jon L. Pitt
*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street
*James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name
*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work
James Fujinami Moore, Indecent Hours
Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade
Jawdat Fakhreddine, Lighthouse for the Drowning, translated from the Arabic by Huda Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen
Jed Munson, Commentary on the Birds
Jennifer Hayashida, A Machine Wrote This Song
Jenny Odell, Inhabiting The Negative Space
Jenny Xie, The Rupture Tense
*Joy Kogawa, A Choice of Dreams
Joy Kogawa, A Garden of Anchors: Selected Poems
**Joy Kogawa, From the Lost and Found Department: New and Selected Poems
Joy Kogawa, Gently to Nagasaki
*Joy Kogawa, Jericho Road
*Joy Kogawa, Obasan
Joy Kogawa, The Rain Ascends
Joy Kogawa, The Splintered Moon
*Joy Kogawa, Woman in the Woods
Juan Felipe Herrera, Akrílica, eds. Farid Matuk, Carmen Giménez, Anthony Cody
Kamo-no-Chomei, Hojoki: Visions of a Torn World, translated from the Japanese by Yasuhiko Moriguchi and David Jenkins
Keorapetse Kgositsile, Collected Poems, 1969-2018
*Kiku Hughes, Displacement
Kōno Taeko, Toddler-Hunting, translated from the Japanese by Lucy North
Leila Khaled, My People Shall Live: Autobiography of a Revolutionary, as told to George Hajjar
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Kaan and Her Sisters
**Lindsey Webb, Plat (coming out in 2024)
Lisa Hsiao Chen, Activities of Daily Living
Liyana Badr, A Balcony over the Fakihani, translated from the Arabic by Peter Clark with Christopher Tingley
Lucille Clifton, An Ordinary Woman
*Lucille Clifton, Blessing the Boats
Lucille Clifton, Good News About the Earth
Lucille Clifton, Good Times
Lucille Clifton, Two-Headed Woman
Mahmoud Darwish, The Butterfly’s Burden, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah
Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah
Mahmoud Darwish, Palestine as Metaphor, translated from the Arabic by Amira El-Zein and Carolyn Forché
Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, You Can Be The Last Leaf, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah
Maya Marshall, All the Blood Involved in Love
Michael Prior, Model Disciple
*Mitsuye Yamada, Camp Notes and Other Poems
Mitsuye Yamada, Full Circle: New and Selected Poems
Mohammed El-Kurd, RIFQA
**Mosab Abu Toha, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear
Mourid Barghouti, I Saw Ramallah, translated from the Arabic by Ahdaf Soueif
Mourid Barghouti, I Was Born There, I Was Born Here, translated from the Arabic by Humphrey Davies
Mourid Barghouti, Midnight, translated from the Arabic by Radwa Ashour
Na Mira, The Book of Na
Najwan Darwish, Nothing More to Lose, translated from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid
Natsume Sōseki, Kokoro, translated from the Japanese by Edwin McClellan
Nona Fernández, Voyager: Constellations of Memory, translated from the Spanish by Natasha Wimmer
Noor Hindi, DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human, translated from the Japanese by Donald Keene
Osamu Dazai, The Flowers of Buffoonery, translated from the Japanese by Sam Bett
The Palestinian Wedding: A Bilingual Anthology of Contemporary Palestinian Resistance Poetry, edited and translated from the Arabic by A.M. Elmessiri
R.F. Kuang, Yellowface
Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Kappa, translated from Japanese by Lisa Hofmann-Kuroda and Allison Markin Powell
Salim Barakat, Come, Take a Gentle Stab: Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Huda J. Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen
Samih Al-Qasim, All Faces But Mine, translated from the Arabic by Abdulwahid Lu’lu’a
Samih al-Qasim, Sadder Than Water: New & Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Nazih Kassis
*Saretta Morgan, Alt-Nature (coming out in 2024)
Satsuki Ina, The Poet and the Silk Girl (coming out in 2024)
Sawako Ariyoshi, The Twilight Years, translated from the Japanese by Mildred Tahara
Shailja Patel, Migritude
Sham-e-Ali Nayeem, City of Pearls
Sharon Yamato, Moving Walls
Shivanee Ramlochan, Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting
**shō yamagushiku, shima (coming out in 2014)
Shuri Kido, Names and Rivers, translated from the Japanese by Tomoyuki Endo and Forrest Gander
*Solmaz Sharif, Customs
Stella Corso, Green Knife
*Taha Muhammad Ali, Never Mind: Twenty Poems and a Story, translated from the Arabic by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, Gabriel Levin
Terry Watada, The Game of 100 Ghosts (Hyaku Monogatari Kwaidan-kai)
Victoria Chang, Obit
*Wong May, Superstitions
THE BOOKS I'M CURRENTLY READING, THAT I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET
Chi Rainer Bornfree and Ragini Tharoor Srinivasan, The Portal (not yet published)
Elaine Castillo, How to Read Now
Eqbal Ahmad, The Selected Writings
Essays, ed. Dorothea Lasky
Fadwa Tuqan, A Mountainous Journey: A Poet's Autobiography, translated from the Arabic by Olive Kenny
James Welch, Winter in the Blood
Lan P. Duong, Nothing Follows
Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, Touching the Art
Preti Taneja, Aftermath
Wanda Coleman, Wicked Enchantment
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi Rose!
In your list of 5 topics you could speak for an hour on with no preparation, one stands out to me as quite different from the rest…
Apollo 11
How did that fascination start? What about the Apollo 11 mission interests you most? Any fun facts I may not know? (I will warn you that I have spent family vacations the past three years at various air and space museums lol)
*stretches, flexes fingers*
KAT. What a great ask. And yes, my love of the Apollo 11 mission - and the entire space race in general - is probably a little at odds with most of my special interests. I'm also very aware of the inherent problems in the space program, as Gil Scott Heron so beautifully articulated at the time in 'Whitey On The Moon'. But it absolutely fascinates me. Warning: nerding out incoming.
I was always aware of little things about the race for space - I share a birthday with poor Laika's ill-fated launch, so all the 'on this day' stuff I devoured as a kid on my birthday involved a poor little Russian dog going off into space and not returning. Definitely not traumatising or weird. (I have a Laika brooch and fridge magnet, though, as a little nod to this.) And I saw Apollo 13 in cinemas, and was always fascinated by the aesthetic of the program.
With the fiftieth anniversary of the Moon landing in 2019 the BBC launched an utterly brilliant podcast series called Thirteen Minutes to the Moon, which had me hooked. (They did a sequel about Apollo 13, too - highly recommended). I found the narrative fascinating and compelling - not a straightforward tale of heroism and American triumph, nor of absolute loathing of their Soviet cosmonaut rivals and colleagues. (A favourite Apollo 11 detail is that Armstrong and Aldrin left a commemorative medal on the surface of the moon for Yuri Gagarin, first man in space, and Vladimir Komarov, another Soviet space pioneer who died tragically young. Hardly the actions of hardcore Cold Warriors...)
After that I read everything I could lay my hands on about the mission and the space program in general. Michael Collins's extraordinary memoir Carrying the Fire confirmed him as my absolute favourite astronaut: erudite, a Francophile, utterly hilarious (he had a tendency to use slang terms like "that cat" and "baby" casually in his communications during the mission) and with a really insightful understanding of his colleagues. He also designed the initial concept for their mission badge - notably refusing the inclusion of their names, as this would have erased the contribution of so many others, and insisting on the olive branch in the eagle's claws as a sign of peace and goodwill for all mankind.
I also adore Andrew Chaikin's A Man on the Moon, which covers the entirety of the Apollo missions. The Smithsonian/Air and Space Museum (of which Collins was the first director!) also made available countless digitised and scanned items linked to the missions, including these natty purses in the shape of the command module from Apollo 11 that were gifted to the wives of the crew. (Yes, I want one.)
The final thing that hooked me? Todd Douglas Miller's beautiful, powerful Apollo 11 documentary, with a score by Matt Morton that is still on my go-to writing soundtracks list. I can't recommend it enough if you haven't seen it. It's an extraordinary piece of work, one that blends the humanity of the people involved with the epic scale of what was being undertaken.
And I think that's what appeals or interests me about it: the risks, the fears, the hopes, the criticisms, the sense of a world waiting and watching to see how this would play out. And that's why I've got a full Saturn V rocket Lego model on top of one of my bookshelves and a Lunar Lander set waiting to be built...
Thank you so much for asking - and apologies for all this nerding out! (I'm guessing you've seen For All Mankind on Apple + - if not, it's a great counterfactual telling of the story.)
#asked and answered#rose is a fucking nerd#not sure if anyone else has noticed#apollo 11#this is why there's an LOS reference in visiting fyi
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
20th Bad Luck
Media Godless
Character Whitey Winn
Couple Whitey X Reader
Rating Cute
Halloween Day 20
I hummed my little tune as I made my little soup for the day, and I heard a loud knock on my door. "Come in" I called back
"'iya Y/n" Whitey smiled as he headed inside my little wooden house,
"Hello Whitey" I greeted "What appears to be the trouble?"
"No trouble, I just fancied comin' to see ya" He smiled
"That's very sweet whitey"
"I figured I could come see ya, maybe sit and play with your cards"
"Play?" I smirked
"Ya know what I mean"
"Alright go sit up at the table then" I smiled cleaning off my hands on my apron and heading over to the table where he had planted himself I grabbed my little wooden box and lit a candle. I opened the box unfurling the purple cloth, flattening it across the table. I took my red drawstring bag opening it up and letting the deck cascade across the cloth. I returned the bag and took the deck in hand shuffling it through before laying the deck across the table face down and offering it to him "Select a card, Mr. Winn"
"Alright," he smiled eagerly taking a card from the deck and flipping it over to reveal the handpainted artwork "Oh? That bad?"
"Ten of swords... You have yet to see the worst but the worst is ... the bottom of the barrel of bad"
"Oh. Shit."
"Kinda. take another"
"Alright," He says perking up again "The tower? Is that good"
"The tower is forboding, often a sign of sudden change"
"That would be comfortin' if not the for yet to see the worst one that's probably the sudden change comin'"
"Awww look at you go connecting cards" I smiled "Go again"
"Alright, Oh shit- okay I know that's bad," He says having revealed the devil
"That's recklessness and toxicity." I laughed "What kinda bad juju are you bringing into my house whitey?"
"I don't know!"
"Uhh here," I said grabbing an incense stick and lighting it from the flame of the candle and using the smoke to cleanse his hands and my cards setting it in a holder "Okay, let's go again maybe there was just some bad energy"
"Right, Ten of Wands... is that good"
"Suffering and struggle"
"Fuck!"
"Have you broken any mirrors lately whitey?"
"No,"
"alright go again"
"Okay, Ohh moon, is the moon good?"
"change"
"Okay,"
"uncertainty"
"I'm feeling pretty uncertain"
"Fear and anxiety"
"Yeah! The fuckin' cards are makin' me feel that!"
"Have you failed to reply to any letters? eaten thirteen of some berry? Have you received a clock or timepiece as a gift?"
"No"
"Ummm odd, Try another"
"I'm not sure I wanna"
"Come on it can't get much worse"
"Alright, Ohh hell no!" He jumped moving away from the table having drawn the hanged man
"Do you-"
"I know what it means."
"What is goin' on with you?" I glared
"I don't know!"
"I thought you were always lucky"
"Yeah, I did too! I don't wanna play anymore"
"I'm not gonna lie whitey I'm a little worried about you" I laughed "One more come on you don't finish its back luck"
"I think I have enough bad luck right now," he says
"Come on then" I smiled tapping his chair
"Cleanse me again," he says sitting back down
so I smoked and cleansed him as much as I could, even rubbed his hands with clean oil, and rubbed a clear quartz on him "There we go, it should all be just you"
"Okay" he nods sheepishly flipping the last card
Death.
"uhhhh" he whined his face turning white
"Holy shit."
"Maybe it's like not that bad? ya always say cards aren't as bad as they look"
"Yeah, but that's when drawn with other cards! problem is every card you drew is bad"
"what's wrong with me?"
"I don't know, but out you go," I said grabbing my broom and sweeping him to the door
"Hey! hey! y/n!"
"You ain't bringing whatever bad energy you've got into my house whitey, go on get!" I said hitting him with my broom to get him out onto my porch
"Oww! Oww! y/n!"
"Go on now, GET! take your bad Juju with you"
"Maggie help me!" He complained as he spotted Mary Agness walking past
"What did ya do?" she asked
"He drew, Ten of swords, The tower, the devil, Ten of wands, The Moon, Haunged man and death" I explained "Off you go with your bad energy"
"I mean I don't even know much about tarot but ... Ooohhh that's bad, "
"See go on get!"
"Alright I'm goin', can't I have a kiss?"
"No. I am not risking it"
"Please?"
"One" I warned so he smiled and gave me a little kiss but when I pulled away I saw in the sky the birds that had been flying off to their left suddenly turned to the right, "Nope! Get whitey! come back when you're energy is sorted" I told him pushing him off my porch
"How do I fix it? you're the only person in town who understands this stuff!"
"Just fix it!" I told him slamming my door and grabbing my moon water and my sage "Now I gonna cleanse my whole damn house now, Thanks Whitey" I sighed
#tbs smut#thomasbrodiesangster#tbs imagine#thomas sangster imagine#tbs imagines#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster#tbs#thomas sangster#thomas brodie sangster smut#godless whitey#whitey imagine#whitey#whitey winn#whitey smut#godless whitey winn#whitey winn imagines#whitey winn smut#whitey winn imagine#godless whitey smut
13 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
oh-starlightt
You'll Never Shine Alone
minkmousesworld
dormouse
lavender-lines
lavender lines
memento-amare
Not Even The Rain
anexistingexistence
A living, breathing existential crisis