In the Wake 作者:Christina Sharpe 出版社:Duke University Press Books 副标题:On Blackness and Being 出版年:2016-11-14 页数:192 定价:USD 22.95 装帧:Paperback ISBN:9780822362944 豆瓣评分 8.3 19人评价 5星 52.6% 4星 36.8% 3星 10.5% 2星
Women & Performance: a journal of feminist theorySharpe, C. (2016). In the Wake: On Blackness and Being. Durham, NC: Duke University Press.Sharpe, Christina. 2016. In the Wake: On Blackness and Being. Durham, NC and London: Duke University Press....
b : not giving off light the dark side of the moon 2 : not light in color a dark suit dark blue 3 : not bright and cheerful : gloomy look on the dark side of things 4 : being without knowledge and culture : ignorant a dark period in history 5 : secret entry 1 sense ...
the steps of our capitol when a Black woman named Kenji Brown Jackson, herself dressed in black, would hold in her hands the bible of Fredrick Douglass and across from her a Black Asian woman, dressed in white, or perhaps even in a tan suit, would place her hand on that bible and swe...
We hear her calling to us: “Look for Me in the sea, in the lake, in the night sky when its stars paint patterns of silver on blackness. Seek me in the good earth, in all that grows from her soil and in all that is nourished by her: trees, flowers, plants, insects, birds, ...
The rings shone bright against the blackness of space and suddenly the universe (宇宙) wasn’t something that you only read about or imagined in your head. It was right there, and you were a part of it. That moment is priceless. While starlight is good, light pollution here on Earth ...
If the (internalized) white gaze constructs, objectifies, and congeals racial blackness into “an object among other objects,” the sounds revealed to their listening ears observe, narrate, and mark Black death, involving them in the tragically and prematurely arrested breathing of the African man...
As the last remnants of light faded, Jael found himself suspended in an endless, inky void. The darkness was not still, but writhed and pulsated. Shapeless entities, darker than the blackness surrounding them, twisted and coiled through the emptiness. ...
Circus of the thousands Celebrate my sins Kingdom of the kings and queens They have lost their crowns blue in my shoe What shall I do Mittens and kittens all trapped in a zoo I'll never be your lapdog Sleeping on your desktop Hear the pin drop Only blackness above When I wish for lo...
I opened the door, sniffed tentatively, and was relieved to find that no odor of putrefaction swept up out of the blackness. Just an earthy, muddy smell. My taper cast but a meager globe of light not more than two feet in diameter. And in my imagination, horrifying images of what lay...