Thanksgiving has meant conversations to have and not have. But still I have the experience some days of consuming food that is filling without being nourishing. Alexis Pauline Gumbs 2011, Extraordinary poems, inspiring thoughts in both poems and prose and the lovely photos too. P.S. Literally. Education. All the time. Maybe it is. Of the love that’s there behind all of it. My face in this picture resonates with how I feel today. She is coeditor of Revolutionary Mothering: Love on the Front Lines and the Founder and Director of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind, an educational program based in Durham, North Carolina. But looking back at this picture I imagine that whatever my Dad is saying to me to me in this moment is a message for right now, when I am in the mode of darkness, not a clear path but a mysterious part of the journey that ultimately has the most gifts, (pagan appropriation and capitalist harnessing of generosity aside). how would our whole selves shift? The concluding volume in a poetic trilogy, Alexis Pauline Gumbs's Dub: Finding Ceremony takes inspiration from theorist Sylvia Wynter, dub poetry, and ocean life to offer a catalog of possible methods for remembering, healing, listening, and living otherwise. A place to stand? Rare opportunities where loved ones have off of work and time travel to the context of favorite foods tinged with disbelief, dressed in a lie we don’t believe in but still use and live inside of in the supposed absence of a better story. I want to affirm that my joy, my future, my success is not limited by what I can see from here. What we learn to call loss even though we know the first law of thermodynamics. What if we built our lives accordingly. by alexis pauline gumbs. In fact, that is my daily prayer. Gumbs is a contributor to the new Skinner House book, "Encounters: Poems about Race, Ethnicity and Identity," edited Paula Cole-Jones. Career. To be held by the universe. Is it death or birth. undercover in the watched pot of revolution Just like about a third of my food comes from loved ones who I know and the majority comes from people who are offering their energy from far away in such an intimately relevant way. This is my prayer. May I open my heart to fresh sadnesses with even more gifts another day. who bless over me. Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a poet, activist, and educator based in Durham, North Carolina. clean throat back to pink Today I woke up at 2am to start Audre Lorde’s ascension day with sacred observation of the Leonids meteor shower on Saponi lands tended by enslaved African geniuses. But we long for connection. But the heart, like how we mean heart, transfer center of love is not a muscle. and nowhere to hide. The portal of every pore cleared. sear like prophecy on our hearts, For Romham Gallacher My every day writing practice shapes my days into vessels for generations of love. should not attention rest in our choosing, chewing, digesting of food as well? What can we keep? Again. It teaches me something that even though the journey was prompted by a solemn occasion, the love that was my great grandmother’s legacy, her mothering impact on her own children but also many grandchildren, daughter’s in law, community members was not closed off when she was buried. My poetry follows the tradition of the black feminist poets whom I research and study. Poetry from Jericho Brown, Alexis Pauline Gumbs, & Taylor Johnson “It’s like we’re holding hands at the edge of a white silence, with which we are to make music of our being here.” by Alysia Harris December 1, 2020 December 3, 2020 Pout of a girl who knows that she is loved. The poet is known for weaving the past, present, and future together—from environmental issues to the transatlantic slave trade—and offering up possibilities for caring for one another in the face of widespread harm. So not single authored after all. Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a poet, independent scholar, and activist. As a severely nearsighted person, like my Dad and also like Audre Lorde, I want to be present to possibility beyond an ableist narrative of vision as progress. My time travel will be through my mother’s photographs as usual. You were in fact made for it. There is some good news I would love to celebrate with him. Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a poet, independent scholar, and activist. These two archangel ancestors especially, that supports me to move into a future so bright I can’t describe it. Advance praise for Undrowned: “Alexis Pauline Gumbs pushes us out of our comfort zone and into the sea, where other species are moving and mothering in ways that can teach us how to survive. She is author of Spill: Scenes of Black Feminist Fugitivity and coeditor of Revolutionary Mothering: Love on the Front Lines and the Founder and Director of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind, an educational program based in Durham, North Carolina. These poems are my attempt to bring that moment, photographed by my mother into language for moments like this when I need it. I have the blessing of being in community with some deep and stellar food justice practitioners who feed me. In this picture, a still image of my father and I reacting to our personal experience of climate change, heat, erosion on the scale of a moment, my Nana seems to be interested in and amused by our tensed and twisted faces. She studied and got her PhD from Duke University in English, African-American Studies, and Women and Gender Studies. I celebrate all the love that I am experiencing in this time that is also shaped by my grief and by missing so many people whom I love. She is the author of Spill: Scenes of Black Feminist Fugitivity and the co-editor of Revolutionary Mothering: Love on the Front Lines. This is the Stardust and Salt Daily Creative Practice Intensive. And to share it. I received this poem as an ancestral message from my father. Now sing. Even now, as I reach for my father through these photographs I have the opportunity to look at what I am really reaching for. The best offering I have to give my ancestors is my joy. Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a poet, independent scholar, and activist. I study him, right here in my own face. ... , Verses Typhoon Yolanda: A Storm of Filipino Poets (Pawa Press, 2014). “I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. By Alysia Harris | April 21, 2020. Of course they deserve support. What support actually feels like. Dr. Alexis Pauline Gumbs identifies herself in many ways. Gumbs holds a PhD in English, African and African-American Studies, and Women and Gender Studies from Duke University. And openness is a form of strength. Last Words. I certainly look like I don’t know what is going on. Stability? Our superpower is being here, despite everything, as everything. The part mama combed between my afro-puffs, portal where dreams come to earth. Much respect back and forth…, Copyright © 2019 Buddhist Peace Fellowship. send ground tap rhythm of meaning My heart was never a muscle. And what do the environmental changes, the changes we can feel on the surface of our skin teach us about the deeper mysteries of change, how life moves through us and beyond us. A few weeks ago with the help of my first computerized telescope (a gift from Sangodare) and the advice of my youngest brother Seneca about the rare proximity of Mars, I saw one of the moons of Mars. Again. More… News & Interviews. She is widely published in the fields of … Alexis Pauline Gumbs. But knowing that my ancestors and all the no longer embodied can only come be part of this celebration on earth if I create one, a celebration, a portal for their love to stream through for me but also beyond me to you and all of us makes me realize that the work of celebration is crucial. Product details. I want you to know how much it means, where and how you move and breathe. One of the blessings of these four years of grief since my father’s death is that in fact our relationship continues to grow and change daily. For at least my whole adult life navigating Thanksgiving with family has been a series of difficult decisions. So many of us feel far away from love and with no quick hope of traveling nearer during this season. Dub: Finding Ceremony takes inspiration from theorist Sylvia Wynter, dub poetry, and ocean life to offer a catalog of possible methods for remembering, healing, listening, and living otherwise. Something bright happens. Books by Alexis Pauline Gumbs . On the hospital smock that my father had to wear in the hospital on the day (after the all night) that I was born it says “never sold.” This is because the smock is not for sale, it is for hospital use. That’s her handwriting on the one photo in the album from Thanksgiving 1987. This unavoidable failure. In a collection? It is the support of my loved ones. In those moments, I am teaching myself to remember the moment of this image my mother made. This is part of what I am learning through loss. In our creative projects we may be in the woods, unclear about where we are even going. But I deserve to float. thank you so much. Share. who love in me. Change and more change beyond that. when something is imagined in ways that i had not yet seen, it seeps through me far and wide. I am so grateful to have this archive of pictures to engage. And yet. What do you need to release? The Yoruba scriptures teach about how generations of stars release all known elements into the universe, emitting the dust that becomes planets. But at some point the temperature balances, especially in the calm water of Rendezvous Bay, Anguilla which some people like to call “God’s bathtub.” Do you have those moments, were all of a sudden you feel the boundaries of yourself? when the boil-over of desire What holds us. I want to honor the people, the elements the energy that continually gives me this gift I am calling life. But what I have is my face. Yes. She is coeditor of Revolutionary Mothering: Love on the Front Lines and the founder and director of Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind, an educational program based in Durham, North Carolina. Climate & Energy. meditation is to learn how to pay attention to what homes us in every moment and the way alexis framed this reminded me that food is just as deep and intimately connected to how we’ve come to be in this world. Share. Each day to let even more love come through. Dad still in the throes of his Saturn return, that time when all the lessons you have been able to avoid in your life come at you in a form that you cannot ignore. This poem, the first of a series based on photos of me and my father together, mostly taken by my mother Pauline McKenzie is part of my acknowledgement that I am participating in the elevation of his spirit daily and that he has always and still now make my elevation possible in this world and beyond. When I look at this picture right now, missing my father and reaching to find him beyond embodied form, missing my Nana who I see over video chat and cannot touch for who knows how long, I feel so bound. I don’t know if you are like me, but sometimes I feel shy about celebrating who I am, especially in times where so much is hard. What I mean to say is I am exactly where I need to be. In this poem I receive instead of resisting my father’s wish that I have all good things and grace and ease in life. That I know, regardless of what capitalist narratives or my actual bank statement is saying, that I deserve to experience ease and to celebrate what this miracle of a planet is offering me constantly. Is that calm exasperation on my father’s face the same expression he would make when I called him from college outraged about US bombings and he would remind me nothing in the history of the US nation state should have me expect anything different. Today I can say what I must have known all along, the power of the care bears, beaming love out of their chests, is not an act of force. If you want support with your own daily creative practice, I’d love to be part of your journey. Alexis Pauline Gumbs: I thought about a few different ways to answer this question and you know what? If I wait until everything is perfect to feel this joy…when will that be? That when a loved one dies, what was an earthly relationship becomes a cosmic relationship. What a miracle that I get to celebrate the infinity of that right now. Alexis Pauline Gumbs reads her poem, "Mixed Use." Protection from drowning? It is easy for me to know the truth of that when I look at the young people in my life. A passageway, variously constricted or open. But what comes through. Supporting me even now. think out loud reshaping I remember before everything I know now. Sadness doesn’t keep. Share. My father, who would make up songs and speak in funny voices. Spoiler alert, he did not create a financial structure that left us all independently wealthy, though I think he tried. I deserve to be at home on Earth which as Toshi Reagon often reminds us somehow has exactly the air we need to breathe the water we need to drink, the light we need to grow if we would just recognize it. In capitalism we are not supposed to know what actually supports us. astronomy ☰ Back to top. your mouth as if you’re saying something funny, behind you concrete wall and splitting trees, you left me on the ground gone to chill in the sky, cause swingsets swing us only but so high, the laughing man will wither fade away, the smiling girl will cry and say not yet, the laughing man will do his best to stay, the curve of life is sure the swing is set. Today I am embracing the brightness of ancestral presence and guidance, especially when life changes at a rate where I really don’t know what I’m looking at. Today is the birthdate of my 5th book, Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals. who open up between me . Especially coming from a family of hustlers. What I see in my own face in this picture is the discomfort of feeling a boundary between myself and the rest of creation when I remember a moment not too long before this picture when I didn’t experience a boundary at all. of not enough What a blessing! And the fact that grief is undeniable evidence of love, doesn’t mean that I feel like celebrating my losses. almost out of gas, tires pattern bald “What if food was to daily practice what breath is to meditation? Not to close and fortify. Like a waterfall, breaking even through stone, joy comes through. “Alexis Pauline Gumbs breaks the surface of living as human and deep dives the depths of life in the planet’s oceans, where human life began but is now a danger to. an ethical escape, and told myself Growth and possible growth. The concluding volume in a poetic trilogy, Alexis Pauline Gumbs's Dub: Finding Ceremony takes inspiration from theorist Sylvia Wynter, dub poetry, and ocean life to offer a catalog of possible methods for remembering, healing, listening, and living otherwise. For Roberto Tijerina I love you. This morning all I see in this picture is my reaching hand. and the heirloom seed-bomb airlift This is a subversive legacy. I am thinking about how I and we learn about the concept of father which is mythological and biblical and larger than life and quite a reach if we’re honest about all we project onto it. may we wake with attention to all that nourishes. You were meant to receive all the love. A collage in honor of Audre Lorde by Alexis Pauline Gumbs” In the photo we are staring at the care bears. You deserve to float. I listened to “Let it Go pt.2” by the Beautiful Chorus this morning and allowed their ocean of repetition to unclench me. Every day. Alexis Pauline Gumbs is a poet, independent scholar, and activist. who smile surrounding me. First the banks I miss my Dad. who whisper into me. To beam rainbows of love upon you like the care bears do. Really I would rather live through this with you than be right. Joy Harjo “The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
After Audre Lorde’s “Thanks to Jesse Jackson”, say it like bridge Not accumulation of powers or skills, but simple release of anything that would block the love shining through. I wonder at this early moment he thought about the limits of his life, his strength, his ability to hold and protect. This is us also in October on my first swingset, branded by Crayola. I am not dominating life by naming and distinguishing this and that. And my words and my actions throughout the day are mostly as awkward as this face , calling forth a tear membrane memory. We keep a pact with the universe to help each other return to the source that we came from. But to surrender this great portal of my heart. It is often beautifully blurred which is part of the gift of remembering I am not separate from life. who rise under me. All around it are muscles, practices, stents. At the peak of the Leonids meteor shower. I am up early this morning with archive questions. Oneness. Alexis is the founder of the Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind. If I can really be with the dark parts of myself, the underground, the shadowed aspects of my life and my journey I will learn so much more, love myself deeper, rest enough to grow in invisible ways. Or how we move through and beyond these bodies. Hello everyone — sorry today’s post is so late! Thank you. *Love and gratitude to Mama for this photograph, to Daddy for this moment and to Daniel Alexander Jones for sparking my interest in binary star systems and also modeling so gracefully the transfer and redistribution of light. There is some hard news I know he would empathize with. Those moments when we forget to end or begin. Joy moves through us. don’t have gas to run Sista Docta Alexis Pauline Gumbs. The superpower of a beloved scalp moisturized. It still feels like this. Her work in this lifetime is to facilitate infinite, unstoppable ancestral love in practice. I don’t know exactly why my mom decided to take a series of portraits of me and my dad in the dark near these trees during our first joint birthday party, I’ll ask. and walk and not fall through, write it like rice It is not predicated on my excellence as a seeing being. The moment of this picture was not my first experience of the ocean, but it was an early one. We get close enough to receive light, to offer light. in the loop down of question, the time when each word I do. She finds it incompatible with her own existence. Or how everything that made us reminds us that it will reclaim us. The mythological and biblical figures I didn’t notice at first the photo are my grandfather and my cousin already in the water. My father’s joy is here with me right now because it was never only his, just like it will never be singularly mine, it always belongs to all of us. who sing as me. The thing about getting into the water is that at first you feel the boundaries of your skin differently than you could in air. In the afternoon you will dive deeper with excerpts from her forthcoming Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons for Marine Mammals. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!” -Audre Lorde. The concluding volume in a poetic trilogy, Alexis Pauline Gumbs's Dub: Finding Ceremony takes inspiration from theorist Sylvia Wynter, dub poetry, and ocean life to offer a catalog of possible methods for remembering, healing, listening, and living otherwise. It does rush through every pore. What my family calls the phenomenon “daddy’s girl” is a form of orbit. But the work of keeping, holding close, my memories, my father, my mother’s portrait practice feels like it lives not in these image but somewhere between my hands and my heart. Forgiveness? And it is not what I paint on my chest that matters. I am remembering this moment when I was about the size of my father’s lungs. I come back to our collectively favorite Nikki Giovanni proclamation: “Black love is Black wealth.” And now I can hear through the love of my father (who by they way bought us Nikki Giovanni’s poetry for children) the deeper meaning in the words “you deserve to float.” Not as capitalist entitlement, but as a return to the ocean, the sun and the galaxies beyond. To receive love from every direction, in every form. who hope inside me. The Osho Zen Tarot card I pulled this morning is the holy fool. A Poet, a Nebula, and the State of California. Of course the blood pumping valve, central metronome of my breathing is a muscle. The sacred unseen. But for me, accountable to my lineage which includes ancestral experience with the violent narrative of sale, of people for sale, my father wearing this smock that says “never sold” when I first get to see him in physical form is also (at least) poetic. After Audre Lorde’s “Depreciation”. This year, although like many I miss my family more than I have any other year of my life, there is nothing awkward or confusing about this decision. It has taken me until right now to realize what the Care Bears were teaching me this whole time. I enjoyed reading these three poems.Are there others available? who designate exactly me. Especially our time, attention and physicality. May our words, fresh with presence align our spirits and feed the moment. In these poems I think about language and how it feeds us. Wanting to defy the limits of our skin. when words need carpenters You being less dense than salt water or soil. who teach … But you can see it in the picture, the way joy spreads, the way our connection to each other’s joy teaches us that joy, like any energy, is not individually held but already shared. This is a picture of our family trip to Dunn’s River Falls during my very first trip to Jamaica for my great grandmother Sarah’s funeral. Soft spot of memory. And I practice surrendering to that inarticulate memory. Dirty, divine and evergreen. Two distinguishable stars become a different cosmic event as the gas burns out, as the core elements fuse. I think about nourishment, and exhaustion and dreams. In 1992. then vehicles that transport gas like a tread in the sloop Each of the poems below is dedicated to someone who has tangibly supported my work to study with black feminist elders and to take sacred journeys to places of spiritual significance in the history and legacy of black feminist brilliance. What attention would we give our food, where would we pause to eat, who would we eat near if food was to our bodies what breath is to our spirits? There is so much grief. Not to clothe in armor. Her doctors gave her 6 months. The work that I do in the world, the spirit work of black feminist love, is supported financially and spiritually by a community of people known and unknown to me who make themselves fellow travelers in my journey by so many shapes of saying yes. the downfall of drummed up debt worldwide Poetry from Jericho Brown, Alexis Pauline Gumbs, & Taylor Johnson. Alexis Pauline Gumbs. spell it like cauldron, these are the years into places to sit and meet Alexis Pauline Gumbs describes herself as a queer Black troublemaker, Black feminist love evangelist, educator, poet, and time-traveler. Instead she died on this day. While with every new accomplishment I feel the longing for his witness, the sound of his voice in celebration, the hug, the words of pride and affirmation, I am grateful for the undeniable presence of his energy with me and in the world through those same moments. 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