by Budd L Hall
I live in Victoria, British Colombia on the traditional territory of the Lekwungen-speaking peoples, the Songhees, Esquimalt and W̱SÁNEĆ First Nations. Indigenous people have been living in British Colombia for at least 16,000 years. It is the home of 52 different First Nations with about the same number of languages. Continue reading “Indigenous Sovereignty and the Canadian Colonial State: Pipelines, Orcas and a Poem”
by Budd Hall
Our cries of fear and pain
Our cries of joy of happiness
Were our first poems
Continue reading “Creation Song: A Revelation”
I pretend to be a writer, but really
If I am honest
What can I write?
Continue reading “On Academic Writing”
by Zuleika B. Sheik
I am hungry for it.
With gluttonous abandon,
I devour it.
Leaving you depleted.
Still you come back for more.
Continue reading “The Feast and the Liberation of Sensing”
As the WORLD
so must our stomachs
WE are LOST
Continue reading “As the World Churns”
Republished from Decolonize | Politics, art, decoloniality, autonomous health & feminism | Many thanks to Sat Trejo for sharing this with us here.
In this post I want to share a poem that is a call for collective healing and resistance against the violence of dehumanization racialized and gendered bodies have been experiencing as a consequence of colonization. I wrote this poem as a way to express the essence of my research that focuses on resistance to the erasure of ways of knowing-being and the peoples that embody these in a context of feminicide (erasure of specific bodies) in Chiapas, Mexico. My work looks at the politics of knowledge within the field of development studies. I understand development as a project of coloniality. The latter a form of erasure. Coloniality entails erasure of everything that has its roots outside modern logics-ways. The poem is entitled:
“You don’t break our spirits by breaking our bones”
Continue reading “A call for resistance”